Obama, you Ass, you had the perfect opportunity to take the fight out of me by making me complacent. Instead, you shat on my husband. How dare you inconvenience my husband. I promise you this. I will rage on you, and I will not relent until you give me the reason I need in order to be happy. I have been a thorn in your side for a long time now, but you have yet to see my benevolent rage unleashed. I am smarter than you. I am stronger than you. And I have the moral high ground. You will not survive this. I suggest you make me happy.
Sweetness, help is on its way. Just give me a moment to orient myself to the situation.