Your King Takes Action

Well, being that Spring is nowhere to be seen I have finally decided to take drastic action in this matter. The constant cold and snow has penetrated deep into my psyche and is driving me nuts so I took the only course of action that seems logical to me. I fired the Royal Meteorologist. Someone had to take the fall for this rotten weather and it most certainly was not going to be me. It was difficult to do as I have known him for a long time but like I said...with this crappy Un-Spring heads will have to roll. It went sort of like this after I paged him into my not so Oval Office.
"Yes sire, you called for me?"
"Yes I did. You know the weather we have been having lately has been driving me insane, correct? "
"I am familiar with your rants about the weather. I do follow your Facebook page."
"I am glad that you do as you will learn a lot from my writings but that is not the point. Someone is going to have to take the fall for this Spring that isn't."
"What do you mean Sire?? Fall??"
"Yes, fall. I must take action now. Tough action. Proactive action. I must make it clear to my fellow Moronicans that I will do what it takes to improve their situation before they pull a middle east on me."
"Sire, we all love you. You have done the best that you can. Your new royal Samsung TV has greatly improved life here in Moronica."
"You are right but again, that is not the point. Action must be taken because of this weather. I am sorry but you are now royally canned."
"Sire, I am sacked?"
"Yes."
"But Sire, I have no control..."
"I don't care. Someone has to take the blame for this rotten weather and it is going to be you. You may now leave my presence and visit the Royal Unemployment Office to sign up for your 'benefits'."
"Sire, I do my best. What else can I do??? I can't just wave a wand and make it sunny and seventy five."
"It is too bad that you can't as you would still have your job, Now begone with you before you head will really roll."
"Yes Sire. Goodbye Sire. mumble. mumble, jerk, mumble."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing Sire. I now leave your presence."
I guess I was in a bad mood and I should not have really taken it out on him but my royal golf clubs are sitting and waiting for warmth to arrive and there is no sign of it. Oh well, the money I save by not paying him I can put towards a royal vacation somewhere, somewhere warm. This is your King wishing you a pleasant evening and if you ever see an ad for a new Royal Meteorologist I would not answer it if I were you. "