"In 2013, Phil issued a forecast for an early spring, but bitter cold and snow gripped the eastern U.S. into March that year. The prosecuting attorney in Butler County, Ohio went as far as to seek the death penalty for Phil for “misrepresentation of early spring” before a Pennsylvania law firm came to Phil’s defense, claiming the Ohio attorney had no jurisdiction to prosecute the Groundhog."
Update... VIDEO: Jimmy the Groundhog bites Wisconsin mayor's ear: http://go.wgntv.com/1K4iQMt
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Where's PETA when you need it?
His forecasts can only get worse. He's being influenced by his handlers who are all AGW types.
Considering winter isn't over anyway, it's a safe bet.
*zzzzzzz*
Completely overcast snowy day and he sees his shadow? The big money musta bet on a long winter. ;^)
I thought that the mayor of NYC whacked him last year.
That was another furry... lucky for Phil.
Deblahsio killed the last one that failed to support AGW party line. Restraining order notwithstanding, watch your back, oversized rat!
Where I live, if you can see your shadow on the 2nd of Feb., it means the sun is shining. There'll be more than six weeks of winter no matter what.
Go back to sleep, Phil.
As a guy I worked with always said, "Thar's a varmint needs killin'".
Phil's call is probably better than Pete's.
It was beautiful in Denver today, still is, and it will be even more beautifuller tomorrow, and even more extrasuperlativebeautifuller after that.
So I walked. And my socks were so cushony inside my shoes I could actually feel the shape of each foot down there being squeezed with pressure and tugged on top and all around with each step I could feel the heel and instep and arch and top but not individual toes, those felt like duck flippers, but everything else, all the surface was defined with each step and it was the most extraordinary sensation in series of feeling stretching the stride and taking in the effects of weight applied to each foot in alternation then, boom, an old person passes me and I keep walking completely absorbed in sensing the shape of my foot down there as the thick sock allows and woman pushing twins in a stroller passes me as my mind is focused on how well my heel plants in alignment then a morbidly obese woman riding a Hoveround on high passes me as I feel my weight shift from my heel across the arch, tugging the top and telling me its shape while rolling onto the front of my foot, and the next step in alignment with that foot's previous step, and the rhythm of it all and Stephen Hawking passes me, well ahead of me, the back of his head showing tilted his right arm jerks straight up mechanically like a stick and he flips me off as he disappears rapidly down the sidewalk faster than I could throw anything at him.
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