He’s an alarmist. He’s got charisma. It’s a dangerous combination. I get physically ill reading news about Al Gore’s crusades against global warming; lord knows I can’t listen to him talk. Unfortunately he has the exact opposite effect on others. They can’t get enough of this guy. The thing is, he’s somewhat of a genious. He puts a complicated issue into simple terms that people have a hard time arguing with. I mean, who wouldn’t want to secure our children’s future? No thank you. I think I’ll pass. Yeah, right! You can’t be against an ideal like that. At this point in the game, it would take mountains of money to rise above his rhetoric. So onward he marches with flocks of eco-sheep tagging closely behind.

I’m just waiting for the day for him to call for a mass suicide of his followers. According to him, the planet has a fever, and we (humans) are the problem. Next thing you know, he’ll form a compound in South America called Altown or Goreville. The loud speakers will blare, “White knight, white knight!” and he’ll be serving koolaid by the ladel-full to the masses. Scary. If he only would realize the methane gas his rotting carcass would produce is way worse than CO2. Of course that’s assuming he drinks the koolaid, too. He might just drink powerade instead and catch the next rising star.