According to Van Jones, says Jason Howerton, Hurricane Sandy proves that Al Gore was right.
http://www.theblaze.com/stories/van-jones-wants-conservatives-to-apologize-to-al-gore-about-global-warming-after-superstorm-sandy-he-was-right/
Er-herm...wasn't it Donald Pennington who reported, during last year's hurricane season, on over half of the most destructive hurricanes in U.S. history having occurred before the mid-twentieth-century fad for giving hurricanes human-type names even started? Bigger and badder than Katrina, even. So, how does a destructive hurricane prove anything about global weather trends?
http://priscillaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/hurricane-irene-in-perspective.html
Does anybody out there even remember "Irene" as the cute nickname of a destructive storm, this year? I wasn't thinking about the hurricane when I named this year's calico kittens Iris, Irene, and Ivy. (I might have thinking about Piers Anthony's Xanth novels.)
Hurricane Sandy has yet to cross the Blue Ridge, if it's going to. How many many times since I published a free-verse "poem" about it have other people reported disasters, and what we've had, here in Scott County, has been rain. Light, chilly, misty rain, not enough to look from inside as if you'd need an umbrella, just enough to get you wet if you go outside without one.
Five-month-old Irene, who incidentally had a half-brother called Sandy, offers the following commentary on today's weather. No translations of body language needed. I quote: "Ick."
Seriously: New York City can jolly well take care of itself, but if e-friends in eastern Virginia or Maryland need a place to stay, e-mail salolianigodagewi@yahoo.com. I know a very nice house in which a basement apartment has just become available to very nice people.
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