Jay Nordlinger has a new Impromptus up. Here's a taste:
In the past few columns, we've been sort of mocking the global-warming craze — the itch to attribute every event under the sun to this new phenomenon, or theory, or whatever it is. For example, I published a letter in Tuesday's column reading, "Back in the early Sixties, the common explanation for violent weather was H-bomb testing."
Another reader adds this:
"Sir: We lost our house in Hurricane Camille in 1969 (Gulfport, Miss.). I was nine years old. I remember many times hearing that the reason was our 'messin' 'round up there on the moon.' We had only landed there a few weeks before. This came from a number of surprisingly educated individuals, and I think of it when people talk about that ol' sorcerer Bush. Damn his weather machine!"
Isn't that priceless? I thought you'd agree.
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