Dr. Mark Serreze, a Senior Research Scientist at the National Snow and Ice Data Center at the University of Colorado, reports that as long as we’ve been tracking sea ice by satellite imaging, this week marks the lowest amount ever recorded. The previous low was at the end of the 2005 melting season in September. We’ve passed that record in mid-august with a full month of the melting season still to go.

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Says Sheldon Drobot of CU-Boulder’s Colorado Center for Astrodynamics:

Arctic sea ice is “one of the better predictors of climate change on Earth. There will probably be about two-thirds as much sea this September as there was 25 years ago, a good indication that something significant is happening with the climate.”

Could this be climate change?  Well it’s sure not anal bleaching.

The following emails were recovered from a laptop left on a Greyhound bus.  The identity of the laptop’s owner hasn’t been released…

Dear T.B.,

It’s only been a week since you left.  But every day I think again to myself, “How will I go on without him?”

Oh, it’s not just because I lean on you for all sorts of decision-making, but I miss the sound of your voice.  How you used to use it to quiet me like a frightened stallion.

Oh, I know Condi thinks she can step into your place.  But, though I find her tall, black, pointy-toed boots strangely appealing, it’s your soft, pinky-white flesh that I crave the most.

I get misty-eyed remembering how you clapped your chubby hands with glee as you excitedly leaked the name of an enemy’s wife to a trusted toady.  I miss how you so adored creating false memes to distract the cowardly press and the idiot public.  And how can I forget the way you pressed your plump fists to your mouth and squealed with hysterical delight while watching Fox News parrot your talking points?

I have never wanted you more than at moments such as these.

Sweet, sweet Turd Blossom, I am counting the days until we can reunite in that shining land of opportunity and corruption.  (God BlessTexas!)  I can’t wait to continue our great partnership once more.  (And, yes, I have been taking the shots.  Dick gives me one every morning.)

Yours eternally,

Shrubbykins

Dear Muffy-snookims-shrubby-namikins,

Oh, my darling, I was so afraid that you had become too used to me.  That you had grown tired of my ways.  I know you always said I was the most important person in your life, (after Jesus, of course), but still I worried that once I was gone you would find someone else to fill my tiny loafers.

I miss your special ways, too.  That magical, utterly fake, twang you use to caress your many delightful malapropisms.  I miss how you grabbed the ass of the German Prime Minister just to prove you were a real man. (As if you would ever have to prove that to me!)

I’ve adored you from the moment I saw you coming off that train in Midland.  The way the dust swirled around your head like a worshipful swarm of noseeums.  You carried yourself like a young Greek god.  You had more charisma than anyone I’d ever seen before.  I knew then that we were meant to be.

I must away, my heart.  Darby is yelling for me to come to dinner.  Only a few months and we can be reunited.

Yours eternally,

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