So, it’s 2017. Apparently, 2017 is going to be the warmest year evah. Or the coldest. We are about to enter a big freeze that will kill us all. Or. We are going to be boiled alive.
Yes, so it’s 2017, and still nobody knows or understands how to predict the weather. That’s how advanced we are. And how advanced the agencies we pay £Billions into in order to tell us what’s happening, are. NOT.
Interestingly, predictions about the weather prospects for 2017 seem not to depend on measurements and calculations. Instead, on politics. Yes, on politics.
Check it out. Pick up a leftie publication and it will have a drip feed of articles about how the world is warming and we’re all going to die, and it’s all our fault. Pick up a rightie publication and it will have a drip feed of articles about how huge snowdrifts and ice are on the way, ready to paralyse our society, as part of the natural cycle of this fine planet’s climate.
But what’s the truth? Well, put into delicate rhyming couplets, here’s a Winter Poem for you…
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