The sun is trying to kill me (enemies pt. 3)

Well it is! I have the complexion of a true ginger. My skin is white as pure coke, ok? Which means that, every summer-minute of every summer-friggin'-day, the sun is actually trying to kill me, and burn me to a cinder. I went to the beach for two fuckin' hours, and the skin on my arms started to bubble. Like litteraly bubble. And i was even wearing my ”armor”, my extra-strong sunscreen that is actually made for people who are allergic to the sun.

So, my fellow gingers, when the tv announce that summer is coming like it's a good thing, then beware! This is a lie. Summer, and it's terrible ally, the sun, are not the friends of gingers. They are the friends of athletes and people with tans, the other true foes of the gingers. And as the saying go; ”the friend of my enemy is my enemy”. So fear the sun, and destroy it if you ever get the chance.

Not only is the sun trying to kill us, but, failing that, it will kill our gingerness. It reddens our beautiful pale skin, and bleaches our fantastic red hair. It is taking away our most distinctive features. The sun is a racist! End gingerism! End the sun!