Monday, December 7, 2009

Al Gore Now Shooting for Nobel Prize in Literature

From Dan Riehl comes the disturbing news that Al Gore has written a poem on climate change.

Click, read, puke. I don't do poetry, myself, but if you'd like to counter this effort, please feel free to let yourself go in the comments.

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  2. 1.
    Roses are red.
    Violets are blue.
    The planet's in danger!
    And so are you.

    2.
    George Bush lied,
    The planet fried,
    Then Brother Gore,
    He testified:

    'Goodness gracious
    Holy Gaia!
    Be a believer,
    Not a denier!'


    George Bush lied,
    The whales cried:
    Then Brother Gore,
    He testified:

    'Carbon sinner!
    Confess! Confess!
    Now pay up with your
    ETS.'

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  3. Hey diddle diddle
    The cat and the fiddle
    The cow jumped over the moon:
    The little dog laughed to see such fun,
    And the dish ran away with the spoon.

    Hey diddle diddle
    Al Gore started twiddling
    And wrote down some horrible verse:
    The little dog howled and the little cat yowled
    And the cow, it started to curse.

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  4. "Al Gore Now Shooting for Nobel Prize in Literature"

    Close...should read Now Shooting Al Gore for Nobel Prize in Literature.

    Where the hell is Cheney, when ya' need him!

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  5. This Robby Burns verse form is a little tricksy. I don't like the last stanza but I think the rest came out okay.

    Climate emails leakin', leakin',
    Dodgy graphs have got a tweakin',
    MSM is really freakin'
    At this situation.
    People everywhere start seekin'
    An investigation.

    Believer is at war with skeptic,
    Monbiot is apoplectic
    His fits verge on the epileptic -
    What a scandal!
    This global warming email epic's
    Too hot to handle.

    Believers start to fume and fret,
    They say some things that they regret,
    They twitch and twiddle, shiver, sweat -
    How disobedient!
    But we can turn to rhymin' yet
    When Truth gets Inconvenient.

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  6. Robby Burns! Liked his cigars at one time.

    All kidding aside, very good TimT!,although I doubt you will get a fawning review in Vanity Fair for you excellent effort.

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  7. A 21st Century Psalm

    December 7th has come and past
    We must act, before Copenhagen is passed
    If that Treaty is law I guarantee
    Another occurrence of infamy
    As they strip away democracy


    We wish to debate the natural state
    It was warm for awhile, but cold as of late
    The scientist tried to hide the decline
    Deny debate through deceit and design
    The science was settled and the data deleted
    All opposition was effectively defeated
    From checking the facts, and results repeated
    Who could prove the science was cheated
    Man Made Global Warming is a lie
    The CRU e-mails and codes do testify
    The purpose, a Carbon Debt to apply
    Kiss your money, technology and freedom goodbye


    The silence is deafening across the land
    As the revelations the public now understands
    The weathers a carrot meant to disguise
    A corrupt agenda before our eyes
    And now we see light shining in Truth
    Politicians, media, and search engines declare moot
    You can glimpse the extent of the hypocrisy
    In how they declare there is nothing to see
    So much for transparency



    Climategate Googlegate Copenhagengate
    Who gave you permission to decide our fate?
    Censoring discussion denying debate
    The Spirit of Truth you desecrate
    In all debate Truth intervenes
    Asks does the end justify the means?
    Demands that honesty remains supreme
    That commitments aren’t made on fraudulent schemes.




    It’s time for the passive acceptance to end
    It’s time to stand for freedom as free men
    It’s time to expose the lies and deceit
    It’s time to take it to the streets
    Do not commit sedition do not get jailed
    Non-Violent revolutions do not fail
    The voice of the Prophets, Gandhi and King
    Are calling for you to get marching

    Or just sit back and take the vaccine.

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  8. This seems as good a place as any to just say Hi from your old friend Bruce, formerly of Aus but now in the Tamil heartland Madurai city, having been the last couple months doing Zen with Jesuits and trying to teach the local Tamil kids some Aussie english, wonderful bunch of young people who are very smart and will hopefully get the breaks they deserve in future if the idiots in charge don't wreck the world's economy.

    Al Gore's writing poetry. 'Nuff said there.

    Hey they have great cable in the cheap hotels here when the powers not out, watch a lot of HOB. The Patriot is a great movie.

    Keep up the good fight Paco and co!

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  9. Fever settles on an acid sea

    WTF is he on about? Some kind of Freudian slip? Is he trying to tell us he was on acid himself when he wrote that garbage?

    Yikes. This is the worst "poem" I've ever read, period.
    And there's only one
    Fever. No doubt Snake-oil Gore will do a karaoke version of it soon in a quest for a Grammy.

    This creep makes me sick. Sorry. /rant.

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  10. Brilliant, TimT! Keep 'em coming, please. The last stanza of the first post brought visions of Gore in long black robes as Grand Inquisitor of old. This reminded me of the recent epiphany in the UK where they ruled that the environmental movement is really a religion.

    Deborah Leigh

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  11. One thin September soon
    A floating continent disappears
    Under Al Gore's ginormous butt
    One endangered Chilean Sea Bass too bloated

    Vapors rise as
    Fever settles on an acid sea
    Because of Al Gore's gargantuan, toxic butt

    Snow glides from the mountain
    Ice fathers floods for a season
    A hard rain comes quickly
    All because of Al Gore's butt

    Then dirt is parched
    Kindling is placed in the forest
    For the lightning’s celebration
    Because Al Gore finally put his pants back on

    The shepherd cries
    The hour of choosing has arrived
    Here are your tools
    And do not mention Al Gore's butt ever again

    Mike_W

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  12. REMINDS ME OF GORE

    To clean the floor
    after a party or more
    is to pile the rubbish
    that reminds me of Gore

    There's hubris, pretention,
    innuendo and fear,
    false claims, slander, lies
    and forced tears,
    when all piled together so neat on the floor,
    they come to remind me
    of the jaw that is Gore.

    His winking and smiling, his all knowing leer,
    his manicured image, so snake oil sincere,
    supported by journalists with soft glassy jaws,
    all serve to remind me of the bore they call Gore.

    See his jet trails, his movies, his outdated 'facts',
    note his absence on Fox, which he avoids like a rat,
    while his minders prepare an image not flawed,
    we know the truth, so easy to store,
    that the hypocrite Gore is a slut to the core.

    Mehaul

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  13. TimT, "Roses are red...." is [expletive deleted] brilliant.

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