Mrs. Hateball sent me this nifty report about how Moscow’s mayor is spending upwards of 6 million monetary units on sending fighter pilots into snow clouds and shooting shit at them to break them up. This is a man who is truly the master of his domain. And no, this is not an article from The Onion.

Mayor Yuri Luzhkov’s office will marshal the Russian air force and air defense systems to intercept advancing storm fronts and hit them with dry ice and silver iodine particles, city officials reportedly said this week.

As interesting as the article is in it’s own right (and I might be playing fast and loose with the word ‘interesting’ for those of you who would prefer seeing candids of models) I started to think about the implications of waging a war on weather. It’s sort of–but not exactly–like waging a war on terror. Or waging a war on nighttime. Or waging a war on water. Which would of course be different than waging a naval war.

I didn’t have a photo to go with the post, though, and thus, I wondered what propaganda in the war on weather would look like. So I googled some images that I have no right to use and fucked around with them. My initial tagline was very Dragonian: “Look to skies! Crush all Snow!”. What was kicked back by the translator was the way better “Address to heavens! Break all snow!”

And now you know.

- Hateball