It's Raining Blonde Chicks

Yesterday weather forecasters led us to believe that that winter equivalent of Hurricane Katrina was about to dump a large helping of snow on the Big Apple.

The sun is now shinning here. What happened to all the snow so quickly?

It was so charming and Christmas like this morning, but it has all turned to slush. I was humming the lyrics to that famous holiday song…”and the snow turned into rain” as I waded to work in all those slush puddles without an umbrella after the snow really did turn to rain at approximately 9 a.m.

News reporters on the radio yesterday were concerned about holiday shopping-- “Will the storm have an impact on local businesses during this most important shopping time?” asked the news guy on Bloomberg Radio.

I am tired of watching the news and listening to the news when what is being reported to us is far from being news.

Isn’t there are war going on somewhere, and are there not teenagers being killed in Iraq as we fuss about a storm forming off the coast of the Carolinas?

I know it’s not fun to report about the horrors of war when there is a dime to be made here in the new Bethlehem, but for God’s sake, stop making every news item a pep talk to investors.

We the poor, who run up the limits on our credit cards so we can celebrate the birth of a savior who was killed by the media, deserve some honest and timely reporting.

If you can’t predict the weather in 2005 at least stop using so much air time to do it and by all means, stop hiring blonde chicks with big tits as meteorologist.

They don’t even know the difference between high and low pressure systems.