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Summarised Post: The UK just hit 23°C—finally some warmth—and immediately, the media and climate doomers are screeching about wildfires and the end of days.
SUN COMES OUT AND SO DO THE HYSTERICS
Oh no! The sun dared to shine on the British Isles, and suddenly it’s Mad Max: Cornwall Edition. We get one decent day that doesn’t feel like a damp sock stuck in a freezer, and already the sirens are blaring about imminent firestorms. God forbid the grass goes slightly crispy. Maybe the BBC should just pre-record summer forecasts as “Fiery Apocalypse Imminent – Stay Indoors, Peasants” and call it a day.
Let people enjoy the weather without demanding we all sacrifice goats to the climate gods every time the mercury twitches above lukewarm. Wildfires? Yes, they can happen. So can paper cuts, toaster fires, and being eaten by a badger. That doesn’t mean we cancel the barbecue and start digging underground bunkers. Have a pint, catch some rays, and stop acting like 23°C is a sign of divine wrath.
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