Al Gore the poet

December 10, 2009 | Steve McGough | |

The self-proclaimed non-poet reads his poem on CNN.

Hat tip to Jim Hoft over at Gateway Pundit.

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

Posted in

Steve McGough

Steve's a part-time conservative blogger. Steve grew up in Connecticut and has lived in Washington, D.C. and the Bahamas. He resides in Connecticut, where he’s comfortable six months of the year.

11 Comments

  1. Erik Blazynski on December 10, 2009 at 5:06 am

    This guy is severely mentally deranged. The most dangerous man in America.



  2. Erik Blazynski on December 10, 2009 at 5:10 am

    I don't even understand it.



  3. Tim-in-Alabama on December 10, 2009 at 7:22 am

    Oh, the weather outside ain't warmin', but Al Gore is still alarmin'. Since he's got no data to show, let him blow, let him blow, let him blow.



    • Tim-in-Alabama on December 10, 2009 at 10:20 am

      This cold weather is affecting my creative process. My previous post should have read:

      Oh, the weather outside ain't warmin', but Al Gore is still alarmin'. Since he's got no data to show, he wrote a poem, wrote a poem, wrote a poem.



    • Tim-in-Alabama on December 10, 2009 at 10:21 am

      It's still cold, and I forgot one more thing:

      Since he's got no data to show'em, he wrote a poem, wrote a poem, wrote a poem.



  4. Dimsdale on December 10, 2009 at 7:23 am

    Remember the adage "better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubt"?  Gore doesn't.

     

    Apparently, he got the same grades in poetry as he did in science: C- and D's (http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/wp-dyn?pagename=article&contentId=A37397-2000Mar18).
     

    What a shame he discovered Thai sticks in Viet Nam.  He is a walking example of your brain on drugs.



  5. donh on December 10, 2009 at 7:30 pm

    I am very proud of Al Gore's courage to come out of the closet . He has inspired me to write my own poem  Ode the Commode.

    On Quiet August Morn

    dry pine cracks like kindling

    as the old chair opens a porcelain throne

    Vapors rise as the bowels discharge in feverish haste

    Golden showers rain down quickly an acid sea

    Life's waste floats in celebation

    Galatea disappears her snow white flesh

    gone  to nourish the parched dirt

    Unknown creatures settle around the compost pile

    The sheppard cries at the sight of dung

    On the hill is rung

    A bell to warn all heroes and friends

    Beware  Al Gore the fool and his tongue

    his passion so au natural 

    The  commode in his hand carries his stool



  6. Dimsdale on December 11, 2009 at 6:56 am

    Haiku:

     

    Bloviating pol,

    Statements showing ignorance

    Heads shaking in disbelief.

     

     



  7. J Angus on December 14, 2009 at 6:32 am

    Why don't we use Al Gore and the young president to scare naughty children and a reminder of how good it used to be?



The website's content and articles were migrated to a new framework in October 2023. You may see [shortcodes in brackets] that do not make any sense. Please ignore that stuff. We may fix it at some point, but we do not have the time now.

You'll also note comments migrated over may have misplaced question marks and missing spaces. All comments were migrated, but trackbacks may not show.

The site is not broken.