The 45th vice president of the United States of America, the quondam Senator from Tennessee, whose state did not vote for him for President, and now high priest to Gaia, patron goddess of the First Church of Climatology, has now delivered himself of a bull in which he states that that the Burmese typhoon was a result of global warming. A report on his remarks is here.

This despite the evidence that the earth is not warming, but cooling off after a record period of warmth. This after some very good evidence linking the earth's temperature with sun spots--no sun spots, cold weather. I've seen the science involved: the sun spots emit radiation which affect our ozone and thus our weather. Note that the ozone is not affected by Freon other man-made chemicals, but the sun. It's only a matter of time until the collectivists pass laws on the sun's behavior. Well, they try it every day on economics: during the Depression, Algore's own state of Tennessee decreed that calculating with pi being equal approximately to 3.14159 was too much trouble so pi would henceforth be 3. And after all this magnificent disregard of reality, done with the insolence of a spoiled child, it is hard to imagine them regulating the sun? Not for me.

Something broke when Gore lost in 2000. He defined himself by his acquisition of the presidency. I've written in these pages before that he might have done less damage had he actually been in the Oval Office instead of spreading environmental bullshit to MSM types who are credulous, sensationalist and bossy, for he might have contented himself tinkering with trivia as did James Earl Carter, the stupidest, meanest, and most sanctimonious president of the last century. I, for one, felt much better knowing that Jimmy was occupied with trivia, which is made for small and interfering minds, and is our best friend.

But I'm not sure. Had the Goracle been elected he might have so loved the job that prizing him out of it would have been impossible. His phony climate-change offensive, and it is nothing but that, which beggars the word hypocritical, has been pursued with a doggedness which indicates that if he did get into the White House, no effort would be spared to repeal the 22nd Amendment and let him serve in office as President for Life. Thank God for FDR who so overstayed his welcome that we have the 22nd Amendment.

But if the Goracle had gotten into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and he did have to leave, his exodus, forced by the Jaws of Life, would conjure up a movie. When Brooke Shields was 12, she made Pretty Baby, in which she was the child of a hooker in a New Orleans cat house. Madame Nell did not see to paying the bills and the last scene shows her, drunk on absinthe in bed, while the lenders come in to repossess the furniture and they dump her on the floor, waving her bottle, where she lies, uncomprehending.

If something like that happened to sad Al, at least he would not have the chance to steal the White House humidor, like Bill Clinton.

But until such time, expect the Holy Gore to show up on every television program, attributing every disaster to a non-existent global warming, until we are told that George Bush is the reason.

Does this remind you of O.J. devoting his life to finding the real killers?