The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore -- 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
Variously dubbed the "land hurricane" or "weather bomb," the storm that is ravaging a huge swath of the U.S. this week is particularly notable for registering the lowest pressure readings ever recorded in the interior of the United States.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
More extreme, unprecedented weather? Who could have predicted it? Listen to the lament of Minnesota meteorologist Paul Douglas, interviewed by Wonk Room's Brad Johnson. (Minnesota Republicans like gubernatorial candidate Tom Emmer and House incumbent Michele Bachmann are leading global warming deniers.)
Im a recovering Republican, and I don't recognize my party any more. I'm ashamed so many Republicans don't recognize the science. The writing is on the wall.
My dad was the biggest Republican that ever walked the earth. He always said: "Actions have consequences." To pretend that a 38 percent increase in greenhouse gases isn't going to have any impact, that we can have our cake and eat it too, and smear it all over our face, and maybe have our grandchildren deal with the hangover, I think it is immoral.
Ah science. How many latter-day wrecks of the Edmund Fitzgerald are we going to need before we start paying attention again to what it has to tell us?
And I can't resist...