Now that we are in a total tizzy of backlash against backlash, we can try to eke out some rationality. We can do this in a vacuum. Although there is no physics being measured, no Scientific Method, we also don't have waves of protesters saying "We don't need no stinkin' physics!". In our coffee groups, where people are complaining about the cold, we can inject "Perhaps there was something wrong with the physics." -- and not get slaughtered.
My sig other is quite mad at this cold. When I said I had predicted this in my blog for a while, she said "Boo to your blog. Boo to cold." Everybody is in this state right now.
The Pacific Heat Engine is dead. Alas poor Yorick. (digression: -- (from the web) And so, ‘Alas poor Yorick’ is the framing of some very important reflections on life, death, corruption, relationships and social rank in the play, Hamlet.)
We can comment on the futility of physics in looking at why our heat engine collapsed. The pat religious answer is 'Climate Change', where a prediction of increased warmth, brought increased cold. Or the agitated Polar Vortex Fairies, who hate humanity because of all that soda pop fizz in the air, tickling their noses.
Two physics principles dominated the former heat engine -- buoyancy and heat transfer. Buoyancy is a great simplification of the real forces. You throw a cork into the water and it floats. Yet, we have to dissect it into the horrible parts that are required to model it with finite differences. Just like computer game physics, if you go down to finite differences, and it looks good, you have something. None of this tacking on a 'back fit' or the usual crap of our lost decades.
-- to be continued.
ps. no, my brain hurts from summing all the forces. I zoomed into it, and bounced out from the pain. I'll leave it for someone else in 50 years.