"Now is the winter of our discontent."
You're goddamn right it is.
All of you who love winter, who love single-digit temperatures and 40mph winds and foot-high stacks of snow and freezing rain and thin veneers of treacherous ice -- you all need your heads examined. Get thee to a shrinkery.
And yeah, I know the Shakespeare fragment isn't complete and isn't about actual winter. I get it.
Winter is barbaric and those who love it barbarians. I'll stick with the civilized, thank you very much. Cannot wait for this season of shit to end.
