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“For months, the people gave thanks for Global Warming, and thus the New Religion was born, its icon a writhing golden alligator pierced with a turquoise lightning bolt.”
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“A total of 26.9 inches fell in Central Park, the most since record-keeping began in 1869, the National Weather Service reported.”
Muriel was reluctant to jump on the bandwagon by blaming the summer’s record temperatures on ‘global warming’; privately, she believed there was no climate problem that could not be made more bearable by a pitcher of ice-cold daiquiris and a very wide-brimmed hat.
Inspired by the fact that the U.S. Government subsidized a study on cow flatulence and global warming, Howard proposed a study linking rednecks, beer and honky-tonks to irreversible climatic change.
The swimming pool is swimmable, barely, a full month later than last year.
I’m okay with this whole global warming thing and running the air conditioner at 9am in the morning on February 24 and the ten-week-early blossoming of the plum tree and nectarines (which were really quite pretty this morning), but if you throw a killer frost at the trees in early April and ruin the apricot season like you did last year, I am going to be pissed—pissed, I tell ya!
"If I were an Australian this wouldn't be weird," muttered Juan to himself as he cranked up the air conditioning in the middle of February.
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