The self-inflicted assault on Al’s reason is now complete:
In his almost 30 years of crusading against global warming, Al Gore has worn a variety of hats. In roughly chronological order these include: congressman, senator, author, vice president, traveling evangelist, filmmaker, investment adviser, and Nobel Peace Prize winner. Now, with the publication of his new book, Our Choice, Gore has unveiled a fresh and most unexpected talent: the book’s opening chapter of concludes with a poem he wrote—21 lines of verse that are equal parts beautiful, evocative, and disturbing.
Here is how the poem begins:
One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sunVapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea
Video of Al reading his poem (or a reasonable facsimile thereof) here:
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Ace is having an Al Gore Poetry Slam, if you’re so inclined.










Once again we are presented with proof that the closest that Al Gore ever got to having talent was when Tommy Lee Jones was his roommate in college.
“Marketplace” had an Al Gore interview last night. Next time please just drag fingernails across chalkboard. Makes you want to just slap him.
Pining for Vogons.