After sweet dreams of crushing snowflakes, the knuckle-dragger awakes from his slumbers. It is a new day and there are fresh flowerings of sensitivity to be abused and eliminated. But this is the needless errand of the Neanderthal, for what the self-appointed, pea-brained knuckle-dragger does not understand is that such snowflakes naturally melt into nothingness anyway, dissolved by their own eviscerating lack of substance. So sleep on, knuckle-dragger, your cudgel-wielding services are not required today.
Besides, the deceptive fragility of the snowflake can be deceptive and usually best left alone and ignored. Behold how the tracks of a wolf in sheep's clothing are easy to follow in a carpet of snowfall. These tracks lead to a lake of very brittle ice, formed from frozen vapor of platitudinous speeches and glacial egoism. So no skating on the mirrored surface, knuckle-dragging Narcissus, because you might fall in and not get out again. After all, Carl Jung claimed the faults we find in others are really just the faults we fail to recognize in ourselves; and dogmatic, unexamined shibboleths long-nurtured in the most rotten recesses of the soul are the commonest fault of all.
Nevertheless, the knuckle-dragger fires off a round of fallacious information and the snowflake replies with a salvo of phony statistics: an exchange of debunked truth bombs that's like a game of Paper Rock Scissors where knuckles smash snowflakes and snowflakes bury knuckles at the same time, ad infinitum. Or perhaps a running race between feet of clay and a pair of Achilles heels in which both are the furious, over-confident hare and the tortoise of reason is forgotten. As Pascal said, "All human evil comes from a single cause, man's inability to sit still in a room." And in the case of the knuckle-dragger and snowflake, evil is most definitely banal.