Yeah, I know I'm late on this, but I don't care. Half the conservative blogosphere is at CPAC. I can re-spin their old stories any damned way I please. Especially since one of the kids stole my office chair and I have to kneel to type.
So ... here goes ...
In the simplest way possible, I didn't need Phil Jones to come clean and tell me the planet hasn't warmed since 1995 and that climate change was a lie. I built Global Warming Man on Friday ... in fucking Atlanta.
I built a clone for my daughter. Then my ingenious and industrious daughter built a second clone ... the next day ... a full 24 hours later, which means the meager three inches of global warming we received (as compared to the 30-plus inches that my in-laws in Pittsburgh experienced during two storms, enough to freeze their gutters and cause melt off from their roof to force its way into their walls, enough to take out their kitchen and their bathroom and their dining room and their basement, to the meager expense of 15 gs) stuck around until Sunday.
Sunday. (Incidentally, my father-in-law is so concerned about his house -- the one he was going to put up for sale yesterday so he could move to Florida -- being destroyed by Phil Jones' lie that he just interrupted this post with a phone call to ask if I had noticed Vanna White's "extreme" weight loss over the past six months. Shocking. I'm going to have to turn on that TV I own one of these days.)
For two days snow stuck around in "Hotlanta" like it was a party crasher who wouldn't go home, in Hotlanta where "snow" is about as obscure a word as "Democrat," unless, of course you live in Fulton County, where the city proper lies ... where it lies an awful lot, actually.
Thankfully, I live north, where the wild coyote/dogs roam (seriously, I heard them run along the top of the hill last night while I brought wood in for the fireplace because, I'm such a man, and all I could think was, DO THEY KNOW THAT GLOBAL WARMING IS GOING TO KILL THEM?!?!).
Okay. That's enough for now. It's "Mardi Gras Night" here at the ADHD household. I have King Cake to eat, after some scrumptious gumbo that Wild Thing #1 and #2 hated. Fuckin' A. That's more for me later (since tomorrow, being Ash Wednesday, is a no-meat day) because, you know, this Damn Yankee is quite ashamed to have been reared in a Northern ugly backwards blue state, where parents (not mine) pride themselves on bringing their children up stupid.
Good thing there are still red states to flee to.
*
So ... here goes ...
In the simplest way possible, I didn't need Phil Jones to come clean and tell me the planet hasn't warmed since 1995 and that climate change was a lie. I built Global Warming Man on Friday ... in fucking Atlanta.
I built a clone for my daughter. Then my ingenious and industrious daughter built a second clone ... the next day ... a full 24 hours later, which means the meager three inches of global warming we received (as compared to the 30-plus inches that my in-laws in Pittsburgh experienced during two storms, enough to freeze their gutters and cause melt off from their roof to force its way into their walls, enough to take out their kitchen and their bathroom and their dining room and their basement, to the meager expense of 15 gs) stuck around until Sunday.
Sunday. (Incidentally, my father-in-law is so concerned about his house -- the one he was going to put up for sale yesterday so he could move to Florida -- being destroyed by Phil Jones' lie that he just interrupted this post with a phone call to ask if I had noticed Vanna White's "extreme" weight loss over the past six months. Shocking. I'm going to have to turn on that TV I own one of these days.)
For two days snow stuck around in "Hotlanta" like it was a party crasher who wouldn't go home, in Hotlanta where "snow" is about as obscure a word as "Democrat," unless, of course you live in Fulton County, where the city proper lies ... where it lies an awful lot, actually.
Thankfully, I live north, where the wild coyote/dogs roam (seriously, I heard them run along the top of the hill last night while I brought wood in for the fireplace because, I'm such a man, and all I could think was, DO THEY KNOW THAT GLOBAL WARMING IS GOING TO KILL THEM?!?!).
Okay. That's enough for now. It's "Mardi Gras Night" here at the ADHD household. I have King Cake to eat, after some scrumptious gumbo that Wild Thing #1 and #2 hated. Fuckin' A. That's more for me later (since tomorrow, being Ash Wednesday, is a no-meat day) because, you know, this Damn Yankee is quite ashamed to have been reared in a Northern ugly backwards blue state, where parents (not mine) pride themselves on bringing their children up stupid.
Good thing there are still red states to flee to.
Posts
