A spring storm that has buried cars in snow and closed a slew of schools in Newfoundland has prompted dismay — and disbelief — from residents along the northeast coast of the island.
Photos posted on social media show a barbecue entombed in snow and drifts that reached halfway up a front door.
Somewhat related.
Do I have the following straight?
Snow in Newfoundland on May 23 is weather, while 29 degrees C in the western provinces is climate change.
Weather is a data point. Climate is a collection of data points. And eco fascists need not differentiate, merely point out that they need to steal your money and then make a point of stating they have no time for anyone who disagrees with them.
My God is the Sun.
“Meanwhile, parts of Alberta and Saskatchewan remain under a heat warning today, where temperatures could reach 29 C.”
Send in Mel Lastman and the military. Nobody does panic like Mel Lastman. No-Buddy!
I spent 3 weeks on the northernmost tip of Newfoundland this April. One day it went from snow, to freezing rain, to high winds that touched 150 km/hr. I mentioned how bad the weather was (from my vantage point in the restaurant) and the waitress rolled her eyes and said “This? This is nothing compared to last year. I was stuck in the hotel restaurant for 3 days. Couldn’t get to my house 1 km away. The snow was over the windows and right over the doorway. They brought in a bunch of snow plows from Deer Lake. Couldn’t make it up the road. Snow plows stuck in the snow! This? This ain’t nothing. Another beer darling?”
“could” reach 29 celcius
29c is a pleasant temperature.
“Another beer darling?”
When a woman selling me something calls me darling, sugar, or sweetie, the negotiations are complete, I’m buying.
….and when David Philips from Environment Canada starts pissing and moaning about ‘unprecedented drought’ on the prairies a monsoon is on the way, guaranteed.
When a twit comments “Not to bright are you” but doesn’t know the difference between “to” and “too”.
ah Jon, you are two smart!!
Hide the decline … PHASE II
Read this yesterday. This takes a special kind of insanity. We already have Pistorius. We don’t need another.
After the Yukon: Brutally frostbitten Italian ultra-runner adjusting to new life — without hands or feet
The world’s “toughest race” cuts through 480 km of frozen Canadian wilderness. As the Post reported in March, temperatures touched -50 C during this year’s edition, leading to Zanda’s near-death after hypothermia and hallucinations compelled him to leave the marked trail and wander into the woods.
When rescuers discovered him the next morning he was barefoot and broken, with catastrophic frostbite to his hands and feet. Zanda was eventually transported to a hospital in Turin, Italy that specializes in mountain medicine. But the damage was done. Six weeks after he left the Yukon, surgeons cut away his deadened appendages, a life-changing procedure Zanda has faced with the same determination that lifted him from the crime-ridden Sardinian streets of his childhood to the top of the international extreme-racing world.
Find me a New Found Lander who wouldn’t mind a 2 degree increase in the average temperature and I’ll find you a day Warren Kinsella wasn’t an A hole.