I don’t know if anybody else noticed it, but after the heat wave broke mid-month, we had some fairly cool mornings and some fairly spring-like afternoons.
I mean a high of 83 degrees is perfectly peachy for, say, late May. But that’s just not normal – or even preferable, in my summer-loving opinion – for July. July is supposed to be the hottest month of the year, where people flock to the beaches and enjoy the sun and wear tank-tops and shorts without having to worry about getting goose pimples.
Ok, I’m done complaining. Back to the facts.
Last week, the U.S. set 173 record warm temperatures… and 1,122 record cold temperatures.
1,122. Record. Cold. Temperatures.
What. The. Heck?
Forget continued snowfall during the winter; well-researched claims that the world hasn’t heated up for the last 18 years; and charges of fraud and sheer stupidity among the government-supported, line-toeing scientific community. Taken all by its little lonesome that figure seems to throw some significantly chilly water on the subject of global warming.
I’m sure the global warming crowd, however, will simply throw another log or two onto the fire, fit themselves with a thicker sweater and bundle up in an additional blanket or two… and then go right back to wailing about the world heating up.