Libs are unhappy people, especially in Washington’s climate.
I manage to be perfectly happy in this climate. Except, on occasion, for a burst of historically-related melancholy. But that can be solved by either a stiff drink, if I can get away with it, or a large cigar.
I certainly don’t walk around with a strained look on my face, hunched over slightly and speaking in a Bossy Concerned Elementary-school Librarian Voice. To everyone. So annoying.