Large Fierce Mammal

A closing word from Overly Manly Man (Source here).

So here we are again, Goode Reader, a few days into the ascent to Spring. In a world that widely prefers wringing hands over the skilled use of them, this is a perilous time for everyone aboard ship, wanted on voyage or not. Never forget though that the thrill of being among the chosen is subject to changes in complexion depending on who’s doing the choosing.

Of all the sins committed against the True Arte of Intelligent Discourse, what I hate the worst is the usurpation of meaning for the most heretofore clear, unambiguous, and even innocuous terms. With that in mind, and the most heartfelt of thanks to all of you who made the trip to linger here with us on this Long Winter’s Night, here to sing us out is a bit of rhyme in the spirit of remedial pushback.

Climate Change

By LFM

I remember a time that when visitors spoke
Of “climate” where I live, we laughed at the joke.
We can’t make it fit and we really won’t choose to,
What we have here is “weather”, and it’s not to get used to.

Nature’s shown us her smile and lashed out with her worst,
So some years are boomers while others are cursed,
As all Nature’s things live and die by Her power,
If we don’t like the weather, we just wait an hour.