Of course, in his eyes, that 45 degree weather is incontrovertible proof of global warming, and so is the Cardinals’ score, and my dog’s snotty nose. Everything is proof to a global warming zealot. “If the facts don’t conform to my theory then the facts must be disposed of!”
Of course, in his eyes, that 45 degree weather is incontrovertible proof of global warming, and so is the Cardinals’ score, and my dog’s snotty nose. Everything is proof to a global warming zealot. “If the facts don’t conform to my theory then the facts must be disposed of!”
Truer words, my friend, are seldom spoken.
Jeebus, where did summer go? It was 90 f’n degrees on Tues, and today I’m looking for sweatshirts! Global warming my frozen ass.