Stormy Weather…

Weather rage.

Hanging in Florida during one of these extreme national weather weeks is a strange experience.

Family and friends up north are sending photos of blizzards swallowing their cars while we are down here alternating between beach weather and where did we put the sweaters.

This past weekend it was 80 and sunny. Today, there are gale force winds with temperatures in the 40s.

Weather has always had personality, but lately it feels like the entire country is riding a climate roller coaster.

Blizzards in places that have not witnessed them in decades.

Wildfires turning lives into nightmares.

Floods that used to be once in a lifetime arriving every few years.

Hurricanes intensifying so fast even meteorologists sound surprised.

Florida, of course, sits in the front row. Rising seas nudging the shoreline and perhaps drowning greedy billionaires fleeing cities with increasing property taxes.

Storm seasons getting a little more ambitious each year.

And yet we still hear the confident chorus from idiots in power: Nothing unusual here.

Bah Humbug!

At the very moment when the signals are getting louder, parts of government are cutting back on emissions efforts and climate research as if the problem might politely disappear like Agent Orange’s cognitive skills if we stop studying it and just drill, baby, drill and chop down those damn whale killing wind turbines.

The bigger problem is the steady stream of confident misinformation aimed at a public that understandably has other things to worry about. Repeat something often enough and it begins to sound like fact.

Meanwhile, the scientists keep quietly pointing to the data.

You can debate politics all day long.

You can argue with your neighbors, but you cannot negotiate with physics.

Mother Nature keeps sending reminders, warmer oceans, stronger storms, stranger winters.

Here in Florida we experience early indications quickly. One day it’s margaritas on the beach, the next day a cold wind off the water and a sense that the planet is trying to get our attention.

Ignoring it is a bit like ignoring the check engine light…you will eventually be (pardon the vulgarity) shit out of luck.


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