Thursday, May 28, 2026

Having lost the Iran war, trumps moves on

 


Just noticed that somebody in California was charged for insider trading on the betting markets.


Clange giveth, and Clange taketh away

 We continue our God-given gift of no forecast for the Summer.  


We are into 'Arctic Drips', as ordained by the Almighty Clange.  Our horrible habit of cleaning sulphur from the air continues to give us a static summer.  Toronto is getting a drip straight from Greenland, which, as we know is constantly melting at 60 below, and raising sea levels irregularly all over the world.


Europe is clearing out the heat, and the high priests of Clange will have to move over to Spain to get last 'Dying of Heat' photos.  Aren't they used to heat over there?


The continental areas are getting 'stagnant heat'.  That's the 'Death Valley Effect' of an overhead Sun, and no sea breezes.  This is the weather of the Great 300 Year Drought.  The Mighty God Clange, in his sulphur-free delirium has determined that we will go into a major ice cycle.  However, the high priests refuse to do the simple physics and Scientific Method, because they prefer to be always pole-axed by the weather.  They have never been right on any significant weather prediction, and have decided to go with 'weather tomorrow, same as today'.  They are marvellous.


 The Arctic Ice Machine is dead, and we await the End of Summer, mid-August.  According to the high priests, we deine 'more heat', as long as one day out of the summer is hot enough for pictures.


The middle of the Atlantic is horribly cold compared to 2024.  

And the tropics are cold, as well.


But don't worry.  The high priests of the Mighty Morphing God will be totally wrong about the super El No-no, and we won't hear about it.  Nothing to sully our Spotless Minds.

ps just horrible



Wednesday, May 27, 2026

The Ontario summer forecast is no forecast

 


This is wonderful and worthy of the Great God Clange.  Who are we mere mortals, to know what is down the river?  

We are doomed to live in mystery.  If the weather changes, then the forecast will change retroactively.  We are in our place.