Too darned hot
Posted by Ron Coleman on October 19, 2007
It’s another August day in New York. Only it’s late October. Why do I have to sit down at my desk in a sweat on the very eve of Halloween?!
I really can’t stand it. If I have to lose my right-wing credentials to get something done about this, so be it! Sometimes weather, all added up, does equal climate, darn it! Like when it bugs me. Then it’s climate.
I’m calling it as I see it: This globe is cooking. I therefore make the following personal commitments to reduce the emission of greenhouse gasses:
- Selling the cow as soon as I get home!
- All right, I’m selling both of them.
- Well, actually, I’m going to eat them.
- Anyway, also, no personal jets for me.
- I will not increase the square footage of my house above the size of Al Gore’s gardener’s shed.
- Notwithstanding their aesthetic unpleasantness, I will drop my opposition to windmills near my home, i.e., in the Passaic River.
Sorry if I’m inconveniencing you with my truthiness. But I gotta be me.
Yossie said
Ron,
I thought you might find this amusing.
Ron Coleman said
You’re right, Yossie, I did!
Yossie said
Yum, my foot sure is tasty.
I’m afraid I didn’t even think to read your law blog.
Ron Coleman said
No need to be fearful. Just grow from it.
Jackt said
Personally I could live year round in a Summer like climate. The hell with snow.
Jack said
“No need to be fearful. Just grow from it.”
Ron, if Yossie can grow another foot then how bout you two letting me in on it?
I’ve been working on that for awhile and I still don’t know how it’s done.
Ron Coleman said
What would he do with three feet?
Yossie said
I suppose I could dance – as long as two weren’t left feet.