by Kerry Dougherty
You would think that the 2024 hurricane season, which just set a record for the longest stretch in more than 50 years without a single late-summer cyclone, would be a cause of celebration.

Until this week there wasnโt a named storm since August.
Those of us who live along the coast are delighted that our roofs are still intact, we arenโt doing the backstroke in our living rooms and Jim Cantore, the Weather Channelโs โHurricane Hunk,โ hasnโt lashed himself to a lamppost on Atlantic Avenue.
You know who isnโt celebrating?
Climate alarmists. You know, those unwashed sourpusses who cheer for violent and especially deadly storms so they can point fingers at those of us who drive gas-powered cars to work. Itโs all our fault. There were never hurricanes or tornadoes until the invention of the combustion engine.
Oh, and one other group is mopey: hurricane hustlers.
You know, those soothsayers who publish scary predictions every year about how many Category 5 โcanes will be buzz-sawing through our towns. Read the whole thing.















