You'd think I'd know by now.
But I guess my sense of continual indignant outrage means I haven't learned what good ol' G.M. would like me to learn.
I have yet to win the struggle over myself: I do not yet love Big Brother.
Nor shall I ever.
Nor shall I, ever.
Don't sweat it. Before long, there will be re-education camps in the Nevada wasteland that will help you to conform. Obamification will come naturally after about 10 years in the camps.