Right. Enough politics. When Mumbai Mirror starts quoting you, you know it's time you got back to what really mattered. Like the weather, for instance.
Don't you just hate it when they describe the weather outside as freezing rain? I mean, snow I can handle. Snow is like one of those big fluffy dogs that look like they might have polar bear blood in them - the kind that are all cute and loving and stuff, and will come and put their paws on your shoulder (while you're standing up) and proceed to lick you till you feel like a postage stamp. Snow is like that - like some big fuzzy animal that you don't really want to have deal with, but can't really find it in your heart to feel indignant about.
Freezing rain is another proposition entirely. The very name makes you think of some angular sharp-tongued geography teacher. Or some stepmother in a fairy tale. Freezing rain. Why do they have to add the adjective anyway? Couldn't they just say rain and leave it at that? We all know what the temperature is outside, we can figure it out. But no, the weather channel people have to rub this in, don't they? You can see them rubbing their mittened hands in glee. The sadists. What can you expect from people who give hurricanes the names of young girls.
Fortunately, on days like this, one always has one's inner resources to fall back on. Said resources consisting mostly of copious quantities of hot chocolate, and a stunning recording one recently acquired of Horowitz playing Schubert and Chopin. Glorious.