As usual, the rightwingers who are so loud when the winter weather gets cold because their unscientific knee jerk reaction is to declare that a sign that global warming is a hoax have been nowhere to behold or hear during this so far incredibly unseasonable winter.
Spring or Fall like weather every day, with the exception of the freak snowstorm before Halloween (when the right went bananas over how that was clearly proof that there was no such thing as global warming!). It's not only hurting the economy of a lot of the Northeast that depends on ski and snowboard tourism this time of year, but a recent scientific paper declares this is the future, mild winters with the occasional freak storm of greater intensity than normal.
2010 was already the year with the most extreme weather events in our history. More to come. Along with higher than average unseasonal temperatures when the weather isn't just freaking. And the sad thing is, the more this becomes apparent on into the foreseeable future, the right will still find a way to blame it on someone else and claim they were fighting global warming all along (like Ron Paul disowning his own racist and sexist newsletters that he publicly defended when they first came out).
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In Kansas City, on the day before Christmas it was 51 degrees. On Christmas day it was also 51 degrees. The last time it was in the 50s on these two days was 1953.
Lal--You know it's unusually warm when you still have green grass in your backyard on Christmas Day. Last year it was under a foot and a half of snow on Boxing Day.
Bob B.
There's some kind of little blossoming tree, maybe dogwood, in front of our post office and it had buds blooming on it yesterday. Poor mother nature!
Lal--Yeah, well, we've got daffodils and crocus poking up in both front and back yards and a flowering pear tree in the front parking that's budding like crazy. If this keeps up the forsythia will bloom in...flip a coin if it stays in the 40s through January.
Bob B.
Lal--Slater's right about 1953. I remember it. I was thirteen that year,my last year in grade school, and on Christmas Day, while we waited for the turkey to cook, we played basketball, in the church yard, outdoors, and we took our shirts and T-shirts off, and the nuns came out the back door of the convent and screamed at us to put our shirts back on. And that was after serving at Midnight Mass and getting home about 2:30 or 3, and then waking up around 5 to snoop in the presents under the tree, then a nap for about an hour or so until the rest of the family got up. If anyone got a sled or a pair of skates for Christmas that year, he had to wait until after New Year's to try them out.
Bob B.
You guys have better memories than me, or maybe it was different that year in Jersey.
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