In the recent hype over the Hurricane Gustav, I found this fantastic photograph, courtesy of the BBC .
You know, it’s hard for me to take Mother Nature seriously when Weathermen (well, sometimes it’s weathergirls, too, like my old friend Jacqui Jeras on CNN– not a man at all) insist on playing muppet in the gale force. I hope all remember the humiliation of this Al Roker incident:
Honestly, I am not sure which part of that is more embarrassing: Al Roker having to be held down by a flunky, or the the poor humiliated intern who had to do it. Personally, I’d rather be the intern. At least I’d be less likely to get hit by a tree branch.
I know the networks are a slave to the ratings, and all TV personalities are slaves to their escape-tapes, but do we really need to see someone getting pummelled by rain and hail, nearly whipped away in 100 mph winds to be satisfied that gee, it’s a-getting purty bad out thar!
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I think, personally, that it doesn’t matter at all what we want any more. Those of us mildly amused are to busy coughing in our hands to make any noise anyway. Meanwhile the media machines grind on without us, guessing at what, I don’t know, but sure as hell having an AWESOME time!
Whatever happened to the good old days of Willard Scott? Now there’s a weather reporter who knew a) how to stay out of the inclement weather (just fly where it’s sunny!) and b) knew how to gracefully and purposefully bungle the easiest job on the planet.
God love the weather reporters– unlike our politicians, they are ready and willing to face down any storm.
