You watch: leading up to Election Day, the airwaves will be full of forecasts of a cataclysmic blizzard, better vote early, better vote by mail! And then it won’t snow at all, but we’ll be told The Mummy got 100 million votes, back for another four years, heh-heh…
You know they’re looking for ways to finagle this year’s presidential elections. If it ain’t a new strain of COVID–well, there’s always the weather.
Here in New Jersey, where it almost never snows to any depth, we panic at the rumor of an impending snowstorm.
Yeah! We get the emergency phone call from the mayor, the nooze shows us footage of blizzards past, and we flock to the supermarket to load ourselves down with batteries, toilet paper, and enough food to take us clear through to May Day if it doesn’t spoil.
We do this every time. Like robots. We never learn not to.
Sort of a scary thing to contemplate.