By Michael V. Wilson
This past Thursday, on June 22, Tropical Storm Cindy was supposed to make landfall and dump a ton of water, inches and inches of rain all over northeast Texas. Here in town the weather report was predicting the chance of rain at 80% and above for today, Saturday. But instead, we had exactly – wait for it – no rain, nada, zip, zilch, zero, nothing at all. When my wife and I went walking this morning it was overcast, cloudy, slightly cooler than usual for this time of year and not quite as muggy as it has been, but that was it.
Is the National Weather Service really using satellites, barometers, and other scientific equipment, or just licking their finger to hold up in the air?
That's how far ahead they were predicting the weather for; just three days. They weren't telling us to put on our galoshes for next week or next month, it was for three lousy days. Three days, 72 hours. And they got it as wrong as wrong can be.
I do a lot of work outside, around people's houses and businesses, spraying insecticide to kill bugs. Even though most rain doesn't get on the doors and windows, where bugs usually come in and where we do most of our treatment, people will still freak out when the weatherman predicts rain, calling us to cancel their appointment, rescheduling for another day when it's not raining.
So when the weatherman said Tropical Storm Cindy was coming to dump buckets and buckets of water on us, everyone panicked. It's not unlike the panic that happens among liberals when the same weatherman predicts the world will be turned into a steaming jungle swamp flooded by rising oceans by this time next century!
Are you kidding me?
Yep. That's their story and they're sticking to it. No matter how often the so-called “weather service” gets it wrong (several times a month in our town alone) they still want us to believe in global warming or climate change or whatever they're calling it these days, they still want us to kowtow to their superior received wisdom, blow a Grand Canyon-sized hole in our national and personal budgets, and change our whole lives from top-to-bottom to conform to their latest and greatest prediction a century from now!
We've all had experience with picnics being rained out on days the weatherman confidently said were going to be clear as a bell, and vice-versa, carried umbrellas and rain coats on days that were supposed to be flooded but turned out to be dry as a bone; yet they still want us to believe them for the next hundred years.
Yeah . . . uh . . . no.
That ain't happen'. If they can't get it right for three measly days, there's no way they're gonna get it right for the next hundred years. They've cried “Wolf!” too many times and I'm not buying it anymore. Hey, according to them the polar ice caps should have already melted away by now, but instead they're getting larger the last couple of years. It's only a little bit but so what? It's the exact opposite of what they predicted.
Right after the Flood, God made a promise to Noah in Genesis 8:22,
While the earth remains, seed time and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease.
When “science” that's more opinion and wishful thinking than real science gets something wrong time and time again, and the Bible gets it right Every. Single. Time; well then, that's when I tell 'em to take a long walk off a short pier.
Given their current dismal track record on predictions, you have to ask yourself; is it really global warming, or just a rained out picnic?