Where the Sun Doesn't Shine

I'm not a summer person. Gimme a long, dark, Icelandic winter night and I'm a happy puppy.
Today it is the first sunny day after a two long period of extremely cold weather.Everyone is cheerful, energetic and somehow optimistic that there is a bright future ahead.
Poor, misguided creatures...
Someone should tell them that the fact that light affects their lives is the first (or the last) sign that they have been turned into vegetables.
We should fight all this misconception.We should write articles, papers and blogs that will tear down this fog of lies (or should I say "sunbath of lies?").
We should talk writers and journalists into presenting a cloudy sky as a protective blanket, and casting the Sun as a villainous sneaky bastard full of eye-destroying properties and cancer-inducing radiations.
We should bankroll thriller films casting the Sun as an evil presence.An individual buried up to the neck in the desert sand waiting for the sun to cook his scull is an excellent idea, but even a sun-worshipping Incas Cult sacrificing virgins to the "great eye in the sky", will do.

Or maybe we should nuke the thing and be done with it.