This is it, the full force of the ‘Arctic Blast’. Yet, news vans are spread about the city overpasses and earnest newscasters in parkas, holding mic and wind meters brave the flurries to set forth pathetic and frankly embarrassing accounting’s of motorist mishaps on small hills, and provide obligatory pics of truckers chaining up and yuppies spinning out in their invincible Forrester’s and CRV’s. It is akin to the twits that stand in harms way in the emerging hurricane winds. One wishes a piece of sheet metal would wipe them from the screen.
But, why am I watching this over hyped coverage and belly aching at the same time? I love snow. Aside from looking out my window, I still check local coverage to see what the forecast might be. Then I get caught up in the coverage, start my rant, and put everyone in a festive mood. I should just look at the net and check the weather links and only watch TV to get any traffic messes….then forget it. If I had no where to be, I would hunker down and enjoy, or even venture forth for fun. Work and a workforce to tend with complicates life. But, I swear these excitable twits in parkas infect the populace to become wimps and hand wringers. The dusting of snow becomes a huge obstacle on getting to work in time, if at all. Expectations are mitigated or neutered by nattering nay bobs in hooded parkas standing on overpasses.
Do newscasters in Nebraska, Iowa, North Dakota, Alberta, Montana, Maine, Idaho act this way? Is this sissyfication a recent Portland phenom? If there ever was a perfect example of msm over hype, it is weather outside the norm…they all follow each other to the overpasses and we watch and hopefully bitch.
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