Um, is there a third option?

Up until this point, I thought it was impossible to love Obama too much. To paraphrase Barry Goldwater, I believed that extremism in the defense of Obama was no vice. But Sean "Diddy" Combs "Obama or Die" call is just a little bit too far. Jesse Taylor of Pandagon (best blogger alive, btw) has some useful advice on what to do if confronted by one of Obama's unofficial death squads:

• You can identify such squads by their captains, who will usually be found wearing thick fur coats and Timberland boots in the middle of summer.
• If you find yourself confronted by Puffy, just ask him about how he influenced Biggie Smalls’ seminal album Ready to Die. The intervening 45 minutes of boasting should allow you time to sneak your family and valuables out of your home, prepare a meal for the drive and Google map directions to wherever you’d like to go.
• Given the successes of O-Town, Danity Kane, Da Band and Day26, any death squad Puffy sends out should fall apart due to infighting and general lack of talent within a few days.

You'll be thanking me for this post by November.