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I spent the first 25 years of my life in PA, NY, and CT and have some experience of wintry weather there. I was blessed with warm clothing and dressed for the weather, never unintentionally experiencing cold in any kind of painful way. (I have spent my lifetime confused as to how folk can live in Buffalo, NY or Fargo, ND where God is doing all God can to tell people not to live there. That is cold.)

The rest of my life has been spent primarily in NC. We get some cold weather but nothing too bad. Ice storms are the worst, bringing down power lines on a regular basis. One such ice storm lasted long enough that my family and I were ready to go to a shelter when the power came back on and we had heat again.

For some reason politicians use the extreme cold weather as an argument against climate change, and folk who want to believe it do so, even though it is a sign of climate change that our cold storms have gotten more intense.

Weather patterns have been shifting long-term with the introduction of more heat energy into the atmosphere and air moves more now than it used to. Sometimes it's cold air.

As loathsome as Trump is, greedy, sadistic (particularly the sexual assaults), willing to tell people to hate more to get what he wants, I know deep in my heart that his denial of climate change is the veto of a prosperous future. Since James Hansen from NASA testified in front of the US Senate about the effect of greenhouse gases on the atmosphere in 1988 there has been a divide between good science and the fossil fuel industry. The quantum leap in media giving everyone a voice and a thousand voices to listen to has only made the divide greater.

No president or administration is perfect but on this one issue alone I will be voting for a future and oppose Trump and any other climate-change deniers.

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