Well, first, I would never ask Ms. Thunberg to move over. I would, indeed, stand aside and let her take my place. I say “Thank God” and “Blessed Be!” that someone like her is kicking ass to save the planet.
And, anyway, my up close and personal warning will not fit into this last day of the COP26 gathering. It comes too late.
But it only happened this morning.
Through the wee hours of 13 November, I had to open two of my windows, turn my fan on high, and discard bedclothes in my attempt to sleep, and I was not fully successful.
13 November, There is supposed to be snow and freezing temperatures. There was not.
With the dawn finally allowing light into the sky, I turned on the radio. I was told, in no uncertain terms (because it was repeated) that the dockyard on the harbour was the warmest place in all of Canada. 13C.
I took particular (and startled) attention to this, because the dockyard on the harbour is at the foot of my street. I was in the hottest place in Canada.
13C on 13 November.
This is Climate Change!
This is Global Warming.
I understand if folk would rather talk to Greta Thunberg about this subject (so would I).
But, for the moment, I am living proof.
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