By Al D’Angelo
Thought you would enjoy a little humor
We received about 2 inches of snow yesterday and
8:00 am: I made a snowman.
8:10 am: A feminist passed by and asked me why I didn’t make a snowwoman.
8:15 am: So, I made a snowwoman.
8:17: My feminist neighbor complained about the snow-woman’s voluptuous chest saying it objectified women everywhere.
8:20 am: The gay couple living nearby threw a hissy fit and moaned it could have been two snowmen instead.
8:22 am: The transgender man … woman … person asked why I didn’t just make one snow person with detachable parts.
8:25 am: The vegans at the end of the lane complained about the carrot nose, as veggies are food and are not used to decorate snow figures.
8:28 am: I was being called a racist because the snow couple is white.
8:30 am: I used food coloring to make one of the snow couple a different color and be more racially inclusive.
8:37 am: Then I was accused of using a black face on the snowperson.
8:39 am: The middle eastern gent across the road demanded the snowwoman be completely covered.
8:40 am: The police arrived saying someone had been offended.
8:42 am: The feminist neighbor complained again that the broomstick of the snowwoman needed to be removed because it depicted women in a domestic role.
8:43 am: The ‘council on equality’ officer arrived and threatened me with eviction.
8:45 am: The TV news crew from ABC showed up. I was asked if I know the difference between snowmen and snowwomen. I replied “Snowballs” and am now a sexist.
9:00 am: I was on the news as a suspected terrorist, racist, homophobe, and sensibility offender, bent on stirring up trouble during difficult weather.
9:10 am: I was asked if I have any accomplices. My children were taken by social services.
9:29 am: Far-left protesters offended by everything marched down the street demanding that I be arrested.
9:45 am: The boss called and fired me because of the negative association with work that had been all over social media.
10:00 am: I cried into my drink because all I wanted to do was build a snowman.
Moral: There isn’t a moral to this story. It is what this world has become because of a bunch of snowflakes.
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