So, Russia is gone. Well, not all of it. Just the part way out in the East that looks like a thumb sticking out into the ocean. It’s called Kamchatka. Right now, you can’t see it because it is under a mountain of white powder. The news is calling it a “record snowfall.” I call it nature deciding it has had enough of our nonsense.

Let’s talk about what is happening over there. People are stuck. Cars are buried. Not just a little bit of snow on the windshield where you have to use that cheap plastic scraper you bought at a gas station three years ago. I am talking about snow that goes over the roof. The cars look like giant marshmallows. If you parked your car on the street in Kamchatka this week, congratulations, you are now a pedestrian until June.

They say this is the heaviest snow in sixty years. Sixty years. Think about that. That means the last time it snowed this hard, the Beatles were still trying to figure out how to play guitar. Since then, we have invented the internet, smart phones, and self-driving cars. And what good does any of that do when the sky decides to dump five feet of frozen water on your head? Absolutely nothing. That is the funny part. We think we are so smart with our gadgets and our stocks and our politics. But then it snows, and we are just shivering monkeys looking for a shovel.

Now, here comes the part that makes my head hurt. The scientists—those guys in the white coats who always have bad news—say this is because of climate change. I know what you are thinking. You are thinking, “Buck, how does the world getting hotter make Russia turn into a giant ice cube?” It sounds dumb, right? It sounds like a lie. But here is the thing: the world is actually just that broken.

See, when the air gets warmer, it holds more water. Think of it like a wet towel. Warm air is a big, soaking wet towel. Then, when that warm, wet air hits the cold air in Russia, it wrings out the towel. And because the towel is huge now, it dumps a ridiculous amount of snow. So, yes, we are cooking the planet, and the result is that we are freezing to death. The irony is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The planet is basically pranking us at this point.

I look at the pictures of these poor people in Russia and I just laugh. Not because I am mean. Okay, maybe a little bit. I laugh because it shows how weak we are. We build roads. We build cities. We build these big, tough SUVs that look like tanks. We think we own the place. Then a storm hits, and suddenly everyone is trapped in their house eating canned beans and staring at a wall of white out the window. All that money, all that power, and you can’t even get to the grocery store to buy milk.

Both sides of the political aisle are going to be stupid about this, of course. The people who love oil and gas are going to point at the snow and say, “Look! It is cold! Global warming is a fake story!” They are idiots. They don’t understand how a wet towel works. Then the people on the other side are going to scream, “We need to ban cows right now or the snow will get worse!” They are also annoying. They think they can stop the weather by taxing you more. Spoiler alert: You can’t stop the weather. The weather does what it wants.

It must be miserable in Kamchatka right now. Imagine digging out your front door just to find a wall of snow. You have to dig a tunnel just to get to the street, and when you get to the street, you realize your car is at the bottom of a drift. You can’t go to work. You can’t go to the bar. You are just stuck with your own thoughts. And let’s be honest, most people have terrible thoughts. That is why we stay busy. We don’t want to sit in the quiet and realize our lives are boring.

This is the reality of living on this rock. We are guests here. Bad guests. We make a mess, we fight with each other, and we complain about the temperature. Eventually, the landlord—Mother Nature—gets sick of it and throws a blizzard at us. It is happening in Russia today, but it will happen somewhere else tomorrow. Maybe a flood. Maybe a fire. Maybe just a really hot day that melts your sneakers to the pavement.

So look at the snow in the Far East. Look at the buried cars. Look at the tiny little people trying to fight a war against the sky with plastic shovels. It is a losing battle. The snow always wins in the end. The best you can do is stay inside, drink something strong, and wait for the melt. But don't hold your breath. It looks like a long winter.