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Brilliant TV Weatherman Alan Sealls at WKRG in Mobile, Alabama on Hurricanes Irma, Jose, and Katia, all at once

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Brilliant TV Weatherman Alan Sealls at WKRG in Mobile, Alabama on Hurricanes Irma, Jose, and Katia, all at once

by Vanderleun on September 9, 2017

Smooth and lucid and well-informed, Sealls gives a great briefing even if it is 3 days old. This indeed is “News you can use.”

And then there is always this classic hurricane warning:

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SHUFFLEBOARD September 11, 2017, 9:27 AM

That weatherman is good. The local Fox 5 guy (NYC) is a bumbling, mumbling embarrassment of an affirmative action hire.
I’d like to arrange a trade.

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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
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My head knocks against the stars.
 My feet are on the hilltops.
 My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life. 
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny. 
I have been to hell and back many times.
 I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God. 
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible. 
I know the passionate seizure of beauty 
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive  in the universe.