This happens every year. The worst offenders are the pack of lunatics on the Weather Channel. It is probably inevitable that during a hurricane, a piece of flying debris will waste one of those morons. Or maybe they'll be standing in a large puddle ("look how deep the water is here") when a power line comes down and fries the reporter.
Reporters used to have more sense. They'd set up a camera so they could get shots of trees whipping around or street signs blowing around and then the weatherman, who was safe in a nice warm and dry studio, would supply the narration.
But no, that is not good enough anymore. Now the idiots have to stand outside in the wind and rain to show that it is rainy and windy. They are living proof to the proposition that being on television makes one stupid.
Sadly, it probably will take one or more of these idiots getting his (or her) fool self seriously injured or killed in order to restore a touch of sanity to these lens-happy jackoffs. If there is an afterlife, it would only be fitting that Alfred Wallace and Charles Darwin would greet them with a hard dope-slap.
UPDATE: It took about two hours for someone at the Weather Channel to find this post.