Forecasters can’t feel the love
What a pathetic, moaning, whingeing bunch of mamby-pambies we have become. We should be ashamed of ourselves.
This anguish was occasioned by a series of severe storms that hit Brisbane, capital of Australia’s Sunshine State, on Saturday.
As tempests go, they were certainly worthy of note but nothing we are not regularly accustomed to during our summer storm season.
What got lots of people hot and steamy was a failure by the Weather Bureau (Bureau of Meteorology Queensland) to issue a warning sufficiently in advance of the approaching deluges to keep people happy.
News media have been awash with complaints about the Bureau’s performance. And, okay, I have to admit (as a very keen gardener always eager for showers) that I find the bureau’s ability to predict weather patterns to be rather inadequate. Frankly, they seemed to do a better job decades ago when they opened the window and looked outside
Which is precisely the point now. For heaven’s sake, people, look up at the sky and if it appears to be blackening well in advance of sunset, then there is a very strong likelihood that severe weather is encroaching on your vicinity. If the sky has a green tinge, there is a strong possibility of hail coming. If you hear thunder, gee whiz, a storm is not that far away.
It is not rocket science. Not at grassroots level anyway. As one wonderful caller to ABC Radio said with a very broad brogue: “You don’t look at your bloody phone to see what the weather is going to do.”
He is so right. Technology blinds us, all too often, to the real world. You can smell a storm coming! Which some people would see as a good reason to invent not just a smartphone but a smellphone. Lord, help us.
This is just another example of the modern tendency to blame anyone but ourselves for misfortune. The hunt for scapegoats to protect our own sense of self-worth is entirely defeating but few wish to acknowledge this fact. It’s time we grew up but hard to imagine most will.