Due to warm, moist air from the Gulf of Mexico pushing up into the midwest, we've had a couple of freakishly warm days here in Misery. Mother Nature is now busy setting things right. Cold air from the north has rushed in to meet the challenge and push the spring-like weather back south where it belongs this time of year. I have somehow managed to find myself in a hotel directly beneath where the two air masses are battling it out. The tornado sirens (which must be right outside my freaking window) have been going off intermittently for a few hours now. It's been thunder and lightning and wind and rain and massive hail. I saw a few chunks almost as big as my fist earlier. I picked a bad day to venture out of the bunker.

My journey takes me to Oklahoma. Land of churches from mega to mini, and 3.2% beer. I plan to spend a few months discreetly studying the behavior of the people responsible for repeatedly electing a peckerwood like James Inhofe to the US Senate. He's the guy who called global warming:

"the second-largest hoax ever played on the American people, after the separation of church and state."

The man is jaw-droppingly stupid, and proud of it.