If you accidentally tuned in to the national weather last night, you would have thought that the end of the world was at hand.   Two feet of snow, with possible swirling winds, was descending rapidly on the Northeast. Christie declared a state of emergency.  DeBlasio ordered any moving vehicle with a snowplow out on the streets.  Supermarkets were overrun with crazed shoppers.  Women and children were in fear for their very lives. Airplanes were unable to take off and land.  Footballs in Boston would become deflated . Oh my gosh !

Folks in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and the rest of the upper Midwest must be laughing as they patiently load firewood into their fireplaces and sip hot chocolate.  What’s become of the hearty Northeast, the pioneering spirit of New Englanders ?    I grew up in the Northeast, and big snowstorms were just part of seasonal life.  You dug out.  You scraped the windshields.  People knocked off a day of school or work.   It seemed to add a bit of civility and peace to life.    A Winter storm was certainly never equated or compared to a hurricane or a flood or any other natural disasters, as this storm has been.

Dare I equate the loss of fight above the Mason Dixon line to the blueness of the state ?  Is it possible the entitled and pampered residents north of Virginia have just become pansies ? Following Hurricane Katrina in 2005, the little towns all along the Alabama and Mississippi Gulf Coast joined together and re-built, without much whimpering.  Hearty Tennesseeans  just pitched in and helped each other recover from the massive floods of 2010.

Stop complaining Northeast.  Stop whining New England.  Go outside and build a snowman. Take the day off and play with your kids.      Relax.                       WHAT THE HECK !