This bit of wintry anapamorphism rubbed me in a most unpleasant fashion. some guy looked out the window and instead of seeing the perpetualy raw, open wound that is brooklyn, there lay a pristine pool of plush white snow. a fluffy respite from the daily grime. this jackass' 1st thought? "I'm gonna pound this sh*t into something that looks like me!" you know i've always been politically agnostic when it comes to snowmen, freddy. but the sight of this monstrous perversion of nature has seared the cockles of my misanthropic heart. i am now firmly ensconced in the party of "No!"