Real Drought

Back when I lived in the old Racist Republic, I remember reading a newspaper story of a family who lived on a farm in one of the more arid areas of the country.  One day, the farmer’s twin boys (aged 7) ran excitedly into the house and told their mother that the sky had “broken”.  When she went outside, she saw that it was raining.  The boys had never seen rain before.

In places like that, a seven-year drought is admittedly extreme, but it’s certainly not unknown.

In more temperate climes, though, a six-month drought can be seen as catastrophic:

Europe on course to suffer worst drought in 500 YEARS

You can ignore pretty much all  the copy in the above link, because it’s the same old dreary “climate change is going to kill us all” bullshit.  But the pictures are breathtaking, e.g. this one in Holland:

…where “riverboats” have become “mudboats”.

Elsewhere, you have stories like this one, where one foresighted guy has stored many thousands of gallons of rainwater in underground tanks to keep his garden going.

If I were him, though, I would have kept shtum  about it because this being Britishland, I wouldn’t put it past the local council to force him to pump it all out and “share” it with his neighbors.

Sic semper potentas.


All that said, however, the European heat wave has had some benefits:

From One To Another

Unlike the Euros and Brits, we’ve actually had a couple of rainstorms here in Plano — to be precise, one yesterday and one the day before:  nice, long soaking rains.

Did all that cold water falling out the sky actually change anything?

You silly rabbits.  This is summer in Texas, where all the rain does is make the temperature go from 120F (oven) to 118F (sauna).  I hate both;  but I also didn’t win any of the recent lottery drawings, a pox upon them, so that little clifftop shack in Bar Harbor, Maine is still off the table.

SPF500 Needed

After I woke up over the weekend to the usual morning Dallas springtime temperature of about 75F, I read in the Brit newspapers that Britishland was “baking” in midday temperatures of 72F.  And sure enough, the Pale People were flocking to the beach:

Here are a couple of closeups — as it happens, of the same three girls:

And while I’m on the topic of Brits frolicking in the sun, here’s a pic I forgot to post from Aintree, last week:

How did Britain ever lose her Empire?

Under Water

As some may be aware, the Brits have been getting slammed by storm after storm after storm, bringing rain, floods, gales, more rain, more floods, more gales, and now… snow.

Even the stiff upper lip of Mr. Free Market is trembling, as witnessed by something he sent me yesterday:

Although I must say that the views on the FM estate are quite lovely:

Yeah,I know: according to the global warmists, snowfalls in Britain were supposed to be a thing of the past.  So who are you going to believe:  a bunch of watermelon alarmists and panic-stirring journalists [some overlap], or your own lying eyes?

Relativity

The night before last saw our first freeze of the season, which predictably brought howls of anguish and suffering from our north Texas residents — I mean, I had to turn on the car’s heater (and turn off the house’s a/c) for the first time since April.

Of course, this opens us up to ridicule from our northern neighbors:

Bet at least we’re not as bad as Florida:

I wonder how many trick-or-treaters will have to change out of those Tarzan- or ballerina costumes for tonight?