The Greater Metropolitan Area of Chicago (With all emphasis on "Great") is smack dab in the muddle of yet another snowstorm. This time, we expect 8 more inches of partly cloudy, raising the amount of snow this season to 56 meters per second. No, wait, that's terminal velocity. 60 INCHES this season. Let's see, 60 inches by my maths, with 12 inches per foot, carry the 2, subtract the square root, add the denominator, divide and conquer by the divisor, and multiply the multiplicand, that equals 5 Effing Feet!
I've dated women that are shorter than that.
But Thundersnow? If you have never heard of it, you aren't alone. Thundersnow is exceedingly rare, but in reality it is no different than rain-connected thunder. According to Ye Olde Wiki:
One unique aspect of thundersnow is that the snowfall acts as an acoustic suppressor of the thunder. The thunder from a typical thunderstorm can be heard many miles away, while the thunder from thundersnow can usually only be heard within a two to three mile radius from the lightning. In the United States, March is the peak month of formation, and on average, only 6.3 events are reported per year
From the Church of Ineffable Stupidity:
The weather gods predicted that we would get 3-6 inches from 9am to 9pm. In reality, the white curtain began falling at 7am, and by 12, reached 4 inches. It falls so thickly, that looking out of a window shows you nothing but snow. I can barely make out a building 100 feet away. They've upped the forecast to 8 inches.
Mr RadarRange shows hours more of partly cloudy heading this way. Unlike some earlier storms, this snow is heavy, wet, and dense. Which perfectly describes how I feel after 3,141 straight days of non-stop snow and subzero temps. (or at least it feels like it)
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The Illinois GOP Goober-natorial race is in fool swing. Bruce Rauner, a vulture capitalist, continues to brag about his fund-raising prowess, as well as his bizniz sense.
As for the former point, about 90% of his campaign funds have been self-funded. As to the latter? Shutting down companies, scavenging people's pension funds, shitting on workers is not exactly the kind of business sense any state would hope for. (See generally, Flori-duh!) You'd figure would begin to notice how he dealt with nursing homes, but somehow, Illinois media refuses to expose this shite-heel for the creep that he is.
Even though he began an oppressive, vile advertising TV & Radio campaign throughout the state, pushing poor beer companies, drug manufacturers, auto-makers, and feminine hygiene providers into virtual oblivion, (there is no room for their ads, as they have been crowded out by Rauner), even though pile of DVDs filled completely with each ad he has aired would reach 3.14159 miles high, and even though Rauner's underhanded and possibly unethical scheming against one of his four opponents seems to have escaped scrutiny, Rauner simply cannot break free of the rest of the pack.
Kirk Dillard (one of the formerly sane GOPers here) has made massive inroads financially, especially with union support. The unions realize that a Rauner governor-shit would destroy public education, public health, public benefits, in fact, anything that would benefit the public in general. The anti-Rauner ads come up about 1/10 as often as Rauner's but because people's minds tend to glaze over when they see the same Rauner ad for the 30th time that day, the opposition ads are having a noticeable impact.
In latin, Rutherford, a former front-runner, is Deadus Meatus. Broiled, braised, baked, cooked, fried, - you name it, his campaign is so well done, that charcoal looks enviously upon it. Don't put a fork in him, though, not if you want to reuse the fork.
Brady, the previous candidate, seems to be ignored by everyone, including the voters.
It seems to be a two horse's ass race now, between a filthy billionaire vulture, and GOPer who thinks he has to go Full Orange Pekoe in order to win the nomination.
If you can get past the non-stop dirge of Rauner's ads, it is an amusing race.