At least the heavy rain gave the moonbats a nice cleansing.
I was camping this weekend in the California high desert. First time in memory that I have worn a jacket and mitts in the morning there in mid-April.
Mother Nature works in wondrous ways, knocking some sense and irony into all but two dozen.
I was listening to Howie Carr (on the internet). A caller, commenting on the very wet Boston Marathon said the good thing about the rain was it was washing the runner and spectator "bleep" [feces] off of lawns along the route...
What the heck do they mean by "...for Climate Change"? I thought moonbats were statists, complaining that the climate was changing, and they didn't want it to change?