I have a few pertinent questions to ask about this business of ‘white supremacy’ that some parties are always shrieking about.
Can a Snowman on top of a hill (Or woman, let’s not be sexist here) be called a ‘White Supremacist’?
Or is ‘White supremacy’ managing to clear the front drive before the next six inches covers it once more?
What do we do to ‘end’ white supremacy? Do we take up snow shovels and dig our way out, or do we simply hunker down in front of a blazing log fire with a nice hot cup of tea and wait for the thaw?
I ask simply because I’ve just spent an hour clearing snow and you can’t tell where I started shovelling. And the sky is still full with another day of the white stuff forecast. Bloody hell. Time to put the kettle on.
Oh yes, and where are all these ‘anti-racists’ when you need a helping hand with a shovel? Oh sorry, I forgot, protestalots don’t do manual work.
Update: One our neighbours is definitely determined to prove his supremacy over the white stuff. He’s got a mini snowplough on the front of his All Terrain Vehicle and has been trolling up and down the street below for the last two hours since 5am. Thanks for feeding my insomnia, neighbour. The irony is that at 8:30am there is already a covering of snow over his handiwork.
When daylight hits I’ll be getting out the snow shovel, but won’t be keeping anyone awake but myself.