The flaming days of summer are upon us — forever, apparently. When towns way up in Quebec begin to spontaneously combust at 115-degrees in the shade, one knows the jig is up.
Time to pay thine piper: “Climate change” is no longer even the politically correct coinage for what’s fulminating all around us.
The newly-correct term is “climate crisis.” By 2035, from May all the way through to September, there won’t be even one molecule of the vast Arctic Sea’s polar ice sheets remaining.
And without packed snow’s white enamel shield to reflect heat away, the exposed gray waters absorb warmth, instead. And expand.