Dashing Through the Snow, Snow

Dear Dash 8 and Dash 9,

       These ephemeral words certainly did not apply to the holiday season of 2015.  In fact in retrospect it has been reported that the year 2015 was the hottest in history.  (the hottest in history)  I mean the history of recorded temperatures.  Each of our subsequent years has usurped the previous year in temperature.  It will continue.  Maybe that ensuing heat could be quelled if the dashing stopped.  I don't mean, "Dashing through the snow."  That would have been well appreciated.  Our weather has developed schizophrenia.  I should correct myself.  Our weather has developed bipolar disorder.  There is no logic to its 180 degree swings in seeming season.  One day or week it is summer and the next it is winter.  It seems our planet and thus our weather is suffering the same ills as human beings.  It is struggling, and its antagonists don't much care.  I don't think they have much of an opinion at all about global warming except that conspiratorially it does not exist.  Global warming?  It sounds, well, like the earth is smitten with something.  She has been seduced with nary a realization that most of the man-made industrial activity in the world is not good for her.  Global warming is not the right term.  Planetary meltdown.  The word meltdown is much more accurate, because it refers to other both manmade and natural disasters.  Three Mile Island and Chernobyl both come to mind, and like everything else in world history has been swept out of human consciousness.  Big Brother (I mean the creators of that man-made industrial activity) would rather you forget about the potential consequences of their negligence and greed.  A meteor also could hit the earth, but the chances of that occurring before we melt the planet ourselves is rare.  Dashing through the snow.  It is such a simple lyric.  I could be happy if the dashing stopped.  We could continue to sled, snowboard, and ski.  We would be fine, but the dashing has to stop.  Dash, dash, dash.  Oh, Dasher!  Why must you sit idly, like right now, doing nothing except heating the earth? I observed it again.  It occurred the entire two weeks of the Christmas break.  Dashing.  What is the point of burning fuel in seventy degree heat?  Is it because of the necessity of a cooling system?  I think I recall dashers do not use antifreeze.  There is some other method for keeping them from getting hot.  Snow would be good, but then they would need to be kept warm.  It is a predicament.  I, like Big Brother (I mean the creators of that man-made industrial activity), do not have an illuminated opinion about why the dashers must dash all the freaking time.  That is because their dashing is not based upon any theoretical premise.  Purely it is negligence or laziness.  "I don't feel like going through that dashing routine, cappy, so let's leave her running."  Consequence?  The entire two week Christmas holiday was overwrought with dashing. Screw the dashing.    The Dash 8 and the Dash 9 are the earth's enemies.  1990's technology does not adhere to the current standards of the E.P.A., but who cares?  Coal-fired power plants are under scrutiny.  Why not GE?  Because Big Brother runs the melting planet.  Can Hillary Clinton effectively yield the power of  Aunty Entity in America?   "Who runs Bartertown?"  MASTERBLASTER!  Embargo on.