Bill Ruthhart, writing for the Indianapolis Star, has an article on the relatively good natured razzing being directed to the Senate for canceling business on account of the looming Snowpocalypse, a/k/a, The White Death from Above. All 4 inches of it.
The razzing seemed to primarily take the form of northern types puffing out their chests and proclaiming “You call this snow? I’m from the North, and this ain’t nuthin!” (I paraphrase). The other form seems to be that of the rough and tumble House members making fun of the more genteel, and therefore weenie, culture of the Senate.
The decision to shut down the Senate boiled down to: 1) There was a lot of snow in the forecast; 2) There wasn’t a lot of business scheduled for Thursday; and 3) The Senate rules weren’t flexible enough to change the meeting time to an earlier time, allowing such business as there was to get done before the roads got too bad.
Having a Senate day scheduled without much business on the agenda makes the cynical mind start thinking of things like per diems, but I really have no idea.
I’m a northern type, and yes, I find the southern types to be wusses when it comes to snow, as we discussed the other day. And, when I say southern types, I mean anything south of Fort Wayne. Honestly, I’ve never had such joke winters as the last seven- two in Indy, and five here in Fishers, and the clownish fishtail driving. There isn’t even ice on the ground! I would swear that I’m in Atlanta on the day of the freak snow squall… every single day of these light winters.
That chest thumpery now dispensed with, I thank the clouds above should it mean a day of session lost. That’s addition by subtraction. May the ‘southern wuss’ culture prevail! Let it snow!