The snowflakes' underlying gripe: they aren't properly distributed to elect a president. Progressives are clustered in a dozen large metro areas where, instead of getting a mere majority, they constitute a supermajority thus wasting votes.
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My favorite association with this day was a sing-song rhyme two friends in grad school recited at this time each year. Both were from Minnesota, of Scandinavian heritage, and accustomed to frigid winters. Oregon's cool wet winters reminded them of late spring in MN. They would chorus:
Hey, hey, the first of MayI guess you had to be from MN to fully appreciate it. To a SoCal native, it seemed old fashioned and definitely not West Coast.
Outdoor screwing starts today.
Nostalgia, anyone?