Surviving Meteorologists

Fear is the foundation of most governments;
but it is so sordid and brutal a passion,
and renders men in whose breasts it predominates
so stupid and miserable, that Americans will not be
likely to approve of any political institution which is founded on it.
- John Adams, 2nd President, United States of America

Overstuffed Snowsuit When Minnesota winter temperatures dropped, sometimes as low as -50F, with -75F windchill, I habitually asked my parents to remind me, “why we left Florida”, moving back to Minnesota. For many years, they patiently answered, “So we could live by your grandparents – be around family”.

Their reply always seemed a bit wistful, not said straight-on, looking me in the eyes, but instead, glancing out the window to the frozen landscape. It didn’t help that a huge conch shell, they’d found on an “exquisite and beautiful Florida beach”, held a place of honor in the livingroom curio cabinet. Pressed against my ear, it filled my head with more than ocean sounds, instead, creating discontentment. (Phil 4:11).

One day, in answer to my new tack, “Why couldn’t they have moved to Florida to be with us?”, my mother also experimented, replying, “Winter is like childbirth. After it is finally over, you forget about the pain.”

Practical.

And effective. I never asked again.

When the temperatures climbed 30, 40, 50 degrees, I began to understand her wisdom, “This too shall pass…”.

My toes, fingers, and nose regularly nearly-froze, with that kind of tingly, burning, stabbing sensation that lingered for hours. We lacked the advantages of today’s Thinsulate, Gor-Tex, flannel sheets, fleece, relatively inexpensive down blankets, and long underwear that successfully retains body heat – all of which today make winter so much less daunting.

When my children complain they’re “roasting” from my car’s heater, I reflect back on January and February, over-the-hills and through-the-woods jaunts to my grandmother’s house, my brothers and I huddled under backseat blankets, asking our parents, through chattering teeth, “Can the heat be turned up higher?”

Window Thermometer People knew winters were miserable and brutal, but it was well recognized that attitude was the best survival tool. Dignity, determination, and, a practical dose of denial, served us well. As with any group of people, there were a few “oddballs”, one of my father’s favorite words, here and there, who needed to measure or quantify their own misery. My father regularly chided his sister (aka “oddball’) for having placed a large thermometer outside her kitchen window, next to the breakfast table. Sipping from mugs of steaming coffee, their eyes glued on its reading, he’d try to “talk sense” into her, “It’s not going to change anything – knowing only makes it worse.” She ignored him, just as she had done when they were children.

We knew there were more than two ways, besides optimism or pessimism, of looking at the world. We were masters at a third option – fine-tuning the art of euphemism. Temperatures were, “sweater weather”, “hat weather”, and “extra sweater weather”, covering a wide range from 32F to -32F. Under -32F was, “You might want to stay inside.”

Snowfall euphemisms painted pictures in the mind of the potential challenge: “just a dusting”, “about ankle deep”, “maybe knee high” and “enough to make it tough-going”. The closest we came to real measurements was approximating: “around a foot”, “over a foot”, and “around a couple feet”, all of which were tagged with the phrase “give or take a few”. Precise measuring was saved for record-book events, those times three or four feet of the “white stuff” was “dumped” on us in one big storm.

In contrast, local meteorologists wanted us to be very precise, very informed, very accurate. Did it really make any difference, in the long run, if the snow was 13 or 14-inches? Not to us. Just like it didn’t matter if it was -20F or -25F. Cold is cold. It was when they chose to be a constant presence in our lives, superimposing temperature graphics in the lower right-hand corner of the screen, of every single network program 24/7, destroying any possibility of escapism, that winters became nearly intolerable.

While I’m sure it is absolutely thrilling to be a climatologist or meteorologist in this day and age, reveling at amazing technological advances, I know, with absolute certainty, everyday life cannot withstand second-by-second 3D Doppler moments, the end result being anxious, catastrophic, neurotic thinking. (Phil 4:6)

I now live in New England. New England! A region renowned for tales of strength, character, hardy, no-nonsense, practical, tough, independent, rolls-with-the-weather-punches has succumbed to the weather nags, the mindset changing from fortitude and perseverance to pansy-panic!

Yesterday, in bright, bold, blood-red, flashing letters, the National Weather Service issued a SEVERE WEATHER ALERT, delivered to me by Weatherbug:

Severe Weather Alert Notice

You have got to be kidding. One to three inches is “Severe Weather”?

The first time I saw this warning, I thought someone was just a little button happy, so I ignored it. The second time, I thought maybe they had mistakenly routed the wrong weather to our location, mixing up NH with NC. But then it happened again, and again, and again.

From my viewpoint, this type of unwarranted “Severe Alert” goes along with the mindset of James Hansen, one of Gore’s fear-mongering minions spreading lies about global warming.

Hansen, director of NASA’s Goddard Institute of Space Studies, James Hansen, was awarded the 2009 Carl-Gustaf Rossby Medal in Phoenix yesterday…highest honour bestowed by the American Meteorological Society.

There is, however, nothing charitable or thoughtful in Dr Hansen’s approach to controversy. He has only contempt for so-called climate change sceptics claiming they operate like tobacco scientists and he has suggested that CEOs of fossil energy companies should be tried for high crimes against humanity and nature….

Dr Hansen heads a team that collates thermometer temperature data from all over the world *some have described him as “the keeper of global temperature data*”. Climate Change Fraud

John Adams, 2nd President of the United States prophetically warned us what to expect of most governments, their goal is that of rendering men stupid and miserable. Hansen, being “keeper of the global temperature data” is a frightening proposition!

What better way to create a need in the mind of the public, for the likes of snarky, little Hansen and Gore and their global warming mania, than to create a weather-frenzy with a stream of “Severe Weather Alerts”.

Psalms 43:1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.

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