Al Gore’s Poetry Encore

How did I miss this? My bad. From this morning’s CBS Early show, host Harry Smith asks Al Gore to read the poem in his book. (from Newsbusters).

In an interview to be aired on the CBS “Early Show” Wednesday, Nobel Laureate Al Gore read his global warming poem to Harry Smith.Even worse, the 23-year CBS veteran journalist, almost like a teenybopper swooning as she approaches a rock star for an autograph, actually asked the former Vice President to read it to him.

When the Global Warmingist-in-Chief was done, Smith said breathlessly, “Wow. I’m so glad you read that…I’m happy to hear it in your voice.”

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIjeVcbg9iY&feature=player_embedded

If you have the stomach you can compare and contrast with the CNN version we blogged on last Thursday here.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbBhMnlXBTE&feature=player_embedded

As my soundfx file so aptly proclaimed last Thursday every time I played this, arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

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Jim Vicevich

Jim is a veteran broadcaster and conservative/libertarian blogger with more than 25 years experience in TV and radio. Jim's was the long-term host of The Jim Vicevich Show on WTIC 1080 in Hartford from 2004 through 2019. Prior to radio, Jim worked as a business and financial reporter for NBC30 - the NBC owned TV station in Hartford - and as business editor at WFSB-TV in Hartford for 14 years while earning six Emmy nominations and three Telly Awards.

2 Comments

  1. donh on December 17, 2009 at 4:23 am

    Please see my Ode to the Commode response poem that I wrote in the "Al Gore the Poet" posting. This time I post a Poem by Tennyson to the Greek Goddess Aurora that I would like to dedicate to Sarah Palin. The  Borealis lights of Alaska are named after Aurora , a greek goddess of the dawn who loved men of war , especially a hero of Troy who grew so old he could not lift his arms.

    Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals

    From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,

    And bosom beating with a heart renewed

    Thy cheek begins to redden through the gloom,

    Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,

    Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team

    Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,

    And shake the darkness from their loosened manes,

    And beat the twilight into flakes of fire



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