Just Saying It Makes It So

Britishland’s Meteorological (“Met”) Office has outdone itself.  Talking about the current spate of “heat waves” afflicting the Scepter’d Isle, this little bit of wisdom came out:

The Met Office blamed man-made climate change as Britain basked in the hottest day of the year.  The mercury soared to 34.7C in central London on Tuesday, the highest anywhere in Britain in 2025 so far.

The Met Office said it was “virtually certain” that the searing temperatures were caused by global warming.

And the basis for this alarming statement?

But it admitted that it “had not conducted formal climate attribution studies into June 2025’s two heatwaves” before making the claim.

So you just went ahead and made it all up, didn’t you?

Dishonest bastards.

Not Already?

Yesterday saw our first of 90+ degree daytime highs.  Ugh.

But for the benefit of the Global Cooling Climate Warming Change© crowd, when I looked this phenomenon up, I noted that May 12 was the latest day in the past 43 years that the 90+ temperature arrived.  Not that it matters too much.  If the forecast for this week is to be believed, daytime highs will seldom reach the mid-80s, and drop into the high 70s by the coming weekend.  Sunday, in other words, was something of an anomaly.

Welcome to a typical Texas spring, in other words.

Still, there is one benefit to our searing summer highs:

Oh yeah, baby… Daisy Dukes and skimpy lil’ tops, gawd love ’em.

Missing The Cold

From Reader Joe Donuts (probably a pseudonym):

“Your wallpaper got me pondering as do many of your posts about what used to be Great Britain.  I spent most of my 20 plus years in Uncle Sam’s Traveling Air Circus stationed in East Anglia. Miss it terribly and shudder at what it, and the rest of Europe, has become.

“Fall left here last week.  The snow has been on the ground since Monday and is here to stay until late April. I’ve woken to single digit temps the last day or two; they’ll have a negative sign soon enough. Call me odd, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Nor would I.  Possibly the strangest thing is that as much as I wouldn’t live pretty much anywhere in the North that I used to (Chicago, New Jersey etc.), I do miss the seasons thereof.

I loved the spring:  the way that one day it’s brown and ugly after the snow has melted, and a week later the trees are in full bloom and the grass has somehow recovered after being buried in snow for a few months and is now green again;  the joy of a warm, occasionally-hot summer when it feels good to be outside and life just seems more worth living after the February-April dreariness;  of the fall, where the trees change from uniform green into a kaleidoscope of many colors and the sweaty heat of summer is replaced with cooler temperatures;  and finally, that first snowfall, the beauty of the white covering over everything and the incredible hush that falls after the snow has fallen…

I miss it all, terribly.

And yes, I know that raking the leaves is a pain in the ass, that shoveling snow every morning at 6am in sub-freezing temperatures can become tiresome, and that after the snow has more or less melted away in the late winter/early spring that everything looks dirty and ugly.

As the man said:   “Show me paradise and I’ll buy us the tickets.”

Wallpaper

This doesn’t count as a post, but I thought I’d share my Fall wallpaper with y’all.  I think it’s somewhere in England, but it could equally be somewhere in New England.  Whatever.  Right-click to embiggen and/or save for yourself.

“Why Fall wallpaper, Kim?”

We had our first cold-ish snap of the season last Wednesday… 49°F when New Wife went off to work.  Sure as hell beat the 85°F at the same time during the week before.

About Those Hurricanes

…it turns out that this year is not going to see a “supercharged” hurricane season in the Caribbean and southeastern United States, and it’s a worrying prospect to all the Climate Alarmist Assholes like that “Hockey Stick” charlatan:

Penn State celebrity climate scientist Michael Mann announced in April that his research group’s 2024 North Atlantic season forecast was expecting an “unprecedented” 33 named storms, with a range between 27 and 39. That prediction has turned out to be a dud.

With Hurricane Francine hitting the coasts Thursday, the total number of named storms only comes to six, making it one of the quietest hurricane seasons to date.

I’m not going to bother to point out, yet again, that using “climate models” to predict short-term weather patterns is a waste of time, and not just because almost all climate models suck green donkey dicks, statistically speaking.

What needs pointing out is that the great Global Warming Climate Cooling Change© movement is a load of bullshit, not the least for the reasons stated above, but also because fanatical adherence to its so-called “prophecies” is leading towards societal collapse as our power needs are increasingly constrained in pursuit of the movement’s largely-unattainable goals.