We have all known for some time that former Vice President and Nobel Laureate Albert Gore has made millions through his venture capital firm by investing green, and that he stands to make hundreds of millions more if the carbon cap and trade heist gets passed by the Dems in the dead of night. Mr. Gore has denied he has used his green credentials to make money, saying, via satellite phone from his private jet on its way to his Swiss chalet, that his interest is solely in saving the planet from the horrors of global warming, or climate change as it is now called since it was found the planet was cooling, not warming. No one begrudges Mr. Gore making money, or getting fat off his ill-gotten gains, but we can hope that he would please spare us the boring lectures about how greedy we all are in wanting to continue living the good life, especially since both we and Al know that the global warming crisis is a fraud and a scam designed to strangle the economy of the United States while enriching the likes of Al Gore.

 

 

I know it’s often pointed out

The sun doth rise each morn

And fill the world with light and heat

E’er since the earth was born

We know a little bit just how

The sun doth get its glow

It’s hydrogen and helium

For those who’re in the know

Unlike our Al who seems to think

The sun has naught to do

With temperature on this fair earth

He thinks it’s me and you

Who cause the temps to fluctuate

But always up, not down

And since it’s always up he claims

The world will shortly drown

As ice caps melt and seas do rise

And coastal cities flood

And mountain sides and fertile lands

Get covered up in mud

A Nobel Prize is what he got

For nonsense such as this

And now he’s sitting pretty in

A monetary bliss

Just thinking of the why and how

His life had turned out thus

From riding shotgun from back seat

Of Billy Clinton’s bus

To losing to the hated Bush

To making people sweat

He smiles a smile and wonders how

Much better can it get