Canada Free Press – by Judy McLeod
Folk don’t need ‘the weatherman’ to tell them what it’s doing outside. They can just look out the window.
If you live in a small town or village and want to know what Mother Nature’s up to 30 miles down the road, email or telephone someone you know—or with today’s technology, even someone you don’t know.
The weather has been the main topic of conversation for centuries.
An imaginary scene in the 1700s: Average folk are at the McDonnell house celebrating a newly-christened baby. As guests gather around the tea table waiting for a slice of the well-iced christening cake, Jake Jones is asked about his latest trip to his estate. “Did you run into any highway men along the route?” he is asked. “Not a one, but it began raining cats and dogs at the Bogart Rd., and my horse was blinded,” said Jones.
Back in those days of yore, the best way to determine the weather was looking out the window, reading the clouds, gauging the wind and contemplating the seas.
This was before opportunists who make their living on the weather came up with scare terms such as “polar vortex”. Today’s boob tube “weather critters” come up with fanciful names for hurricanes and tornadoes. Back then “that blankety-blank storm from out of the blue” was a good enough name for the latest storm.
As unpredictable as any politician, the weather was something bound to be exploited by opportunistic scam artists. (Think algore).
They’ve pinned the weather to global warming/climate change. It’s transformed from “Don’t forget your brolly” to “10 minutes outside without the proper clothing can kill you”. Politics of the day has made weather the best tool of mass exploitation.
Even unrepentant domestic terrorists like Billy Ayers took advantage of the weather in the name of the organization that he co-founded, commonly known as The Weather Underground Organization (WUO), an American radical left organization founded on the Ann Arbor campus of the University of Michigan. The group became known colloquially as the Weathermen. (Wikipedia).
All the Weathermen ever wanted to do was to toss bombs and overthrow the US government. Today all they want is to muzzle the dissidents who fight that government.
The Weathermen took its name from the lyric, “You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows”, from the Bob Dylan song, “Subterranean Homesick Blues”.
You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows was the title of a position paper they distributed at an SDS (Students for a Democratic Society) convention in Chicago on June 18, 1969. This founding document called for a “white fighting force” to be allied with the “Black Liberation Movement” and other radical movements to achieve “the destruction of US imperialism and achieve a classless world”: world communism.”
The Weathermen disintegrated after the United States reached a peace accord in Vietnam in 1973, after which the New Left declined, though Wikipedia notes a citation is needed.
Since 2008, Weathermen co-founder Billy Ayer’s pal Barack Hussein Obama has stepped as the repackaged weatherman.
Worse than any other storm wreaking havoc is Polar Vortex BHO. If you want to see what’s happening outside your windows, just take off the blinders and look out.
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Judi McLeod is an award-winning journalist with 30 years’ experience in the print media. A former Toronto Sun columnist, she also worked for the Kingston Whig Standard. Her work has appeared on Rush Limbaugh, Newsmax.com, Drudge Report, Foxnews.com, and Glenn Beck.
Judi can be emailed at: judi@canadafreepress.com
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Johny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don’t try, ‘No Doz’
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.
Get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you failed
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters.
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
‘Cause the vandals took the handles.