Groundhog predicts icy future; Gore appeals to the Fla. Supreme Court.

Groundhog predicts icy future; Gore appeals to the Fla. Supreme Court.
By Molly Watson in New York
Punxsutawney Phil, the shortest, hairiest, most promiscuous and pointy-toothed meteorologist on the planet, this morning declared in his Groundhog Day prediction that there would be six more weeks of winter after emerging into a light snowstorm from the maple tree stump where he spent the night.
According to legend, if groundhogs see their shadows at dawn on 2 February then six more weeks of winter are on the way; if the day is overcast and they can't see a shadow then spring is imminent.

Al Gore rushed to the Fla. State Supreme Court to appeal the ruling.

Concerned that Punxsutawney Phil will declare six more weeks of winter on Friday, former Secretary of State Warren Christopher warned that Democrats would ``take steps to have his action set aside or reversed.''
``I hope that Punxsutawney Phil will not attach finality to the result, will not begin the partying, but will give the Florida Supreme Court an opportunity to act in the matter,'' he said.

Punxsutawney Phil made plain that he is eager to close out Gore's challenge.

Gore attorney David Boies responded a few hours later for the vice president.
``We continue to believe that Punxsutawney Phil was wrong to declare six more weeks of winter before our assessment completed,’’
 
It would be funnier if we didn't all have the sneaking suspicion that it could really happen.
 
Seems I have a problem...

It takes an overcast sky - but he wakes up to a light snow storm and "sees" his shadow. Hmmm... does it snow during sunshine? Aha! a short break in the otherwise snowy cloud mix, right?

Never mind, I'm too old for a "discussion".
 
Ironbarr, with television cameras and lights all around him, you could pretty much predict that he's going to see his shadow any direction he looks, rain or shine.

As a meteorologist, he has a terrible record over the last 12 years. I think he's just getting tired of being hussled around by idiots in top hats.
 
I heard he tried to quit that job a while back (10 years ago, maybe?). He snuck off early in a January I think. It took his "interpreters" two weeks to find him (they were panicking, too); they finally did locate him, drunk out of his rodent skull in a bar in Nevada with a passed-out female groundhog next to him.
 
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