It's Friday and the week before Christmas! It is only fitting that as Copenhagen gets buried in snow, I have a holiday tribute to Global Warming's very own, Al Gore. In the words of Copenhagen's Commander-in-Chief, Barack Whosenamed Obama, "It's Friday so put on a sweater and dance with the Chinese you sucka's!"
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Keep on Dancin Baby.
I read Gore's poem on gorebal warming and I took the liberty of making a few judicious edits.
Lockbox
One grim November doom
A voting continent disappears
In midnight fun
Vapors rise as
Fever settles on an asshat he
Founders' bones revolve
Slow slides from a fountain
Forefathers' bloods for a reason
A hard pain comes quickly
Then hurt is marched
Dangling chads placed in the Gore list
For his birthright's celebration
Unknown counters
Make their leave, unwarned
Courtmen ready their writeups
Passion seeks heroes and friends
The bell of the city
On the hill is rung
The shitbird cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Gore is a tool
(Trust me. It's better than Al's poem.)
My folks are stuck in a climate change hell right now. Seems it's no longer autumn, but now it's winter. Funny how that happens every December....
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