In this age of fossil fuel depletion, economic meltdown, and a dying US auto industry, how should consumers pick an automobile? By bowing to the demands of the world's most terrifying screeching red-haired brat:

Jesus, Chevy Traverse, why? Her nodding bombardment at the end is particularly soul-searing. [I have been looking for this awful commercial all week so thanks to Brandfreak for digging it up. May it now die.]