White Roses from a Secret Admirer

How did this mysterious stranger know that white roses are my favorite flower? Tell me, Liberal, does loving white roses the way I do make me racist? Only the Grand Wizard truly knows. But seriously. When I look at a white rose, I don't think of wonder bread or the ludicrous notion of genetic superiority, I'm just so amazed by the observation that most of nature explodes with color and the stark purity of the white rose is a startling and striking contradiction...until I read that the color white actually contains every color of the spectrum, which makes the white rose the most colorful flower of all.