Global warming is a handicapped cretin, and arrives in 2 days

Dearly Beloved, you all know how much I absolutely hate the movie called "Day After Tomorrow".

Recently, aboard a very swanky business class "couch" on a 777, I had yet another opportunity to watch this dismal movie and, this time, avoided the impulse to watch it.

For those who don't know, one (not so) bright morning, Mr. Global Warming wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, develops into a Cold Front by mid-day and in keeping with Godzilla, sundry alien invaders, large rats and roaches, high-power soot, etc., decides to attack New York City. Everything in his path just freezes and dies.

Except for the clever son of the film's hero. Using the terrific ruse of - get this! - closing the door on Mr. Cold Front, he escapes a numbing death. Apparently Mr. Cold Front, who made it all the way to NYC through the atmosphere could not enter the closed room, thereby demonstrating that he is an utter moron. And apparently he also lacks opposable thumbs, thus unable to overcome his imbecility through simply turning the door knob.

So folks, do not be afraid of Mr. Global Warming. Take that Al Gore!