You know what to do. And don’t bother telling me it won’t make a difference. I can sit here, do nothing, and it won’t make a difference, or I can write to the Illinois congresscritters on the list (mine voted the right way, bless his perpetually elected and mostly oblivious heart) and tell them I’m angry, and disappointed, and their primary challengers will be getting my money. Which might not make a difference. But the uncertainty is enough to make the ten minutes it’s going to take worth it. I got ten minutes to read I Can Haz Cheezburger, I got ten minutes for this. So light ’em up, bitches. Not. One. Inch.
ps. Title courtesy of jjj in the comments below.