Call Al Gore whatever you want, the Goracle, Algore, Albore, Al-the-Liar, Al-the-Fraud, or any of his other less-than-complimentary nicknames, you have to give him one thing: He’s consistent.  He’s like an annoying, dripping faucet and he’s especially consistent in his perfected, exasperated sighing when confronted by a serious question or issue raised by someone who hasn’t signed on to his pre-fabricated, “Inconvenient Lie.” 

President Obama’s unofficial, un-designated point man for the global warming/global cooling/climate change scam dredged up a sigh of epic proportions last Friday when rudely asked by a fellow Tennessean, GOP Rep. Marsha Blackburn, if he were stuffing his wallet and bank accounts with all his campaigning to save Planet Earth from the planet’s chief predators, humankind:

He seemed positively aghast that anyone would have the sheer effrontery to question his motives, punctuating his righteous defense with his patented, practiced sigh to emphasize his frustration with such dolts. 

“Greed, you say!  Greed?  I give every bloody farthing I extort, ahem, earn from my movie to charity, I’ll have you know, you impudent little bitch!”  Well, Gore didn’t exactly say that to Rep. Blackburn but he did say that if she knew him she wouldn’t have asked such an impertinent question.   However, those who have been following the Nobel Prize winner’s misrepresentations and machinations for lo, these many years do know him quite well and we can read what’s really going on in that huge, hypocritical head of his.

You can catch his equally huge sigh here and his equally huge indignation here:

He needn’t have been so frustrated.  The Democratic congress had his back by virtue or lack of virtue in its dis-invitation to an actual expert on climate change.  Lord Christopher Monckton had been prepared to challenge Gore’s thesis that this poor planet of ours is on the threshhold of an unspeakably catastrophic, cataclysmic, and really bad calamity due to cow farting but mostly due to Earthlings’ nasty habits of eating, manufacturing, consuming, and accomplishing in order to survive and thrive.

“Oh, no, you don’t, Monckie!” congressional Dems blustered.  “You’re not going to expose and humiliate our Goracle with evidence that he’s a shamster and undermine all our efforts to screw this country with Cap and Trade and our other schemes.   We’ve spent far too much time and effort spewing  all that crap to have a Brit twit expose us now!” 

Okay, neither Rep. Henry (The Weasel) Waxman nor any other Dem precisely used those words to articulate their sentiments nor did they fess up to supporting Obama’s efforts to surrender America’s sovereignty to the U.N. but, again, we of the Hypocrisy Police can read their minds.  They should be afraid, very afraid.

Lord Monckton is anything but afraid.  His wheels had barely hit the tarmac when he was informed he could stuff his evidence in his hat.  The Democratic climate idol had “chickened out” and apparently felt even a deep sigh wouldn’t save his sorry arse from the slings and arrows of the lord’s truth:

The good lord isn’t very reticent, either.  Monckton elaborated on his feelings while still at the airport:  “The Democrats have a lot to learn about the right of free speech under the US Constitution. Congress Henry Waxman’s (D-CA) refusal to expose Al Gore’s sci-fi comedy-horror testimony to proper, independent scrutiny by the House minority reeks of naked fear.  Waxman knows there has been no ‘global warming’ for at least a decade. Waxman knows there has been seven and a half years’ global cooling.”

Monckton, former science advisor to Margaret Thatcher, would have sliced and diced Big Al in front of the nation and the world and Democrats opted to embarrass themselves rather than Gore, knowing the mainstream media would never report their sordid exercise in congressional pusilanimity.

As they say, whoever “they” are, truth will eventually out, one hopes.  Until that outing, the Goracle will pursue his crusade to get Americans–the world’s principal climatic evil-doers– to cut back, use poisonous, mercury-laden fluorescent lighting, drive fridge boxes pretending to be cars or use shank’s mare or bicycles to get to work and get around, beat our wash at the river’s edge and dry it using solar power.

Meanwhile, he and Tipper bask in their Nashville mansion and burn more toxic fuel in a month than the average American family burns in a year,  Then, when bored with Tipper or just eager to save the planet, he hops into his polluting Lear jet to tour the world and save us from ourselves.    

Just be thankful for our Goracle and, most importantly, remember that he buys “carbon credits” to reassure himself that he is our climate savior and the King of Planetary Climax.   Remember, too, what’s good for Gore’s goose isn’t necessarily good for us lowly ganders.  Just do as Al Gore says and don’t do what Al Gore does! 

Got that?  Well, don’t forget it or another big Gore-sigh may be coming to a theater near  you!

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