Remember when it was “the summer game”?
For years I played in a night-time softball league. The league expanded, had more and more games, and we were later and later getting home (the field was only a couple of blocks from our address).
My wife came out around midnight one night because I still wasn’t home and she was worried. She came outside just in time to see John and me pull up in John’s car and practically crawl to the sidewalk. This was, by the way, some forty years ago. We were drained, we were exhausted, we were drenched with sweat.
Because it was the middle of the summer, Einstein! There was no climbit change, no globble warming! There was only… hot. And by Jove, it stayed hot all summer.
And nobody was clamoring for government to control the climate.
So we have a pack of noozies in their air conditioned studios haranguing us about Climbit Change and how we’d better give up all sorts of amenities before we inadvertently fricassee The Planet.
Oh for heaven’s sake, shut up!