The Curmudgeon

Okay, so we here in Minnesota are heading into what has been billed as the coldest week of the winter so far. Given that this is Minnesota, and it is January, perhaps it is not surprising news. Still, we are deep into winter, and have been long inured to what that means: life is a cold, windy, snowy trek which takes place a great deal in darkness. This 'arctic air mass invasion' (do we really need to keep extending military metaphors into every facet of life? really?) has nonetheless been getting attention and mention for nearly a week now- which to this Curmudgeon's mind means but one thing:

It is gonna be freaking nasty this week.

I offer the above observation to the many people who are now crowing about Franken's apparent victory in the Senate race. I can't help but notice that MANY of them are, well, not here in Minnesota. They're not Minnesotans on vacation, in exile, or anything of the sort. These folks are just really psyched that their choice for our representation in the Senate has won. Personally, I'd kinda like to make the choices of my representation myself. Anyway- this is for them:

Please, when you decide to do more crowing about "Senator Al Franken", at least acknowledge that you are cheering from outside. Or, alternately, make also the mention of how this is truly the land of the ice and snow, where commuters can't drive and political gas-bags blow.

Your Curmudgeon hopes he will not feel compelled to be writing any more about this topic, but he fears that this is not the case.