Yes, Virginia, Summer is British...

Before the British arrived upon the scene, there was only Winter, as detailed in the tiny slice of British history Churchill missed, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

In this holy text, we see that cold, bitchy Winter is personified by femininity, with all the general nastiness this entails, until conquered by The High King, who alone has the right to rule because of his sacred masculinity, and the winter of our discontent is finally made glorious summer by the son of Man, who is the natural ruler of the entire world because he is a British male, even though apparently a mere child, and all the other races (pardon, talking animals) his natural inferiors. Noblesse oblige.

It's quite touching, when one thinks about it...

Cheers,

Puddin'

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