I burned a hole in a piston of my brand new motorcycle in 1973 there it was so hot..........
DONALD TRUMP KILLED MY BROTHER
Man, I feel her. My brother and I stopped at a steakhouse outside Phoenix about this time of the year 30 years ago.
We had been seeing heat waves rise off the pavement on the interstate, mirages. It was as hot as a pistol and my VW sedan—no cruise, no AC, leatherette upholstery that stuck to our skin.
As we left the air conditioned restaurant, the heat almost dropped us. Here’s the really tragic global-warming part. Bro’ forgot to use a bandana to open the chrome door handle on my Beetle. It was so hot he was instantly vaporized, thanks to Donald Trump.
Then I saw Wile E. Coyote chasing the Roadrunner and they were walking. Both are endangered species.
Why oh why didn’t young Donald Trump cool things down? Now we’re dooomed ..... DOOOOOOOOMED and stuck in this living Outer Limits/Twilight Zone hey diddly h-e-double hockey sticks.
Until this week it has seemed cooler than normal where I live. It is the normal time of year for it to be hot; not sure if she knows what a desert is...
The media likes to be dramatic about the heat, constantly posting temperatures, every other report is something related to the heat. Years ago people just dealt with summer heat or moved if they didn’t want to deal with it.