But you can't, can you, February? No, because you're OVER. Gone. Dead. And I have outlasted you. I don't even care how much it snows today, because it's MARCH snow, not FEBRUARY snow, and March snow is eventually going to melt and disappear. And you know what, February? Despite your best efforts, despite all the shitty things you've done to us this year, March is going to bring SPRING, and there's nothing you can do to stop that. And every bud on every tree will be another nail in your coffin, and I hope you're somewhere that forces you to watch it all happen. Flower, by flower, by flower.
SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS!!!