After very little thought, I renamed this recurring topic. My dog is still white and with us, but he is a lab, and since this is a pseudo-sciency observational update (fisking) sort of thing, LAB works. White Dog Research is now White Lab Research, and we just saw the first tick of Autumn.
Wednesday. One tick. That’s it. We had not seen any after a light spring, but I wondered when we’d see them again. Not if, but when. They are like out-of-state Democrat voters. They are inevitable.
Today is Saturday, and we’ve not seen any since, but it’s early. I expect to find more.
The other thing we’ve not seen much of this year is wackadoodle Climate Cultists posing as journalists ranting about an explosion of blood-sucking parasites. There are always a few out there (blood-sucking parasite journalists), but this year, they were distracted—all the flooding in June, arson (wildfires) in July – which was a boiling, record-setting (not really) month for heat.
Hurricane season has been more active, but not in the way the Cult likes it. The number of storms is up, but they have not been kind enough to trash the eastern seaboard with the regularity you get from too much bran in your climate colon. They keep losing steam and drifting north, losing power until they are just windy cloudbursts. It’s a thing, but not the eye-catching storm chasing devastation that gets people to stop trying to keep up with the Kardashians if you know what I mean.
The Latest season of Batchelor in Paradise is starting tonight, and with the writers’ strike over, the blood-sucking ticks in the Climate Cult will need something massive to distract us from our, um, distractions. There is some small hope. We’ve got tropical storm twins mucking about southeast of the Sargasso Sea. Phillipe and Rina. Phillipe is packing a bit more punch for now, but they are scheduled for a rendevous (nowhere near us) and to wander uselessly across the middle of the Atlantic.
Behind them, the storm conveyor running off the west coast of Africa continues to churn out potential, but it has been doing that for months, and with October looming, the odds of a nice CAT 5 killer storm have waned. No plague of ticks in New England. One landfall hurricane. Maybe we’ll have a cold, snowy winter this year. It has been a while, so we’re due, and if there’s one thing we know about the global threat of anthropogenic warming (AGW), it also results in cooling.
And I have yet to see any cult stenographers blame the dearth of ticks or lack of hurricane landfalls on AGW, but history tells us this is true. An irrefutable hypothesis is justified by all circumstances, or the money laundering operation could suffer.
