Lest we forget

Some 35 years ago, we were warned about the possibility of a new Ice Age.  Indeed some of the so-called experts felt it was imminent.  But here we are, in the 21st century, about to burn the hell up.  And yet, despite all of the purported evidence, I'm still weighing the climate change protagonists in the balance.

Consider the scene in Al Gore's docudrama, An Inconvenient Truth, where the American seaboard is shown completely immersed by rising sea levels, and contrast that with the $9 million beach house -- 50 yards from the potential threat of the Pacific Ocean -- he purchased in southern California just a few years later.

And then there's Climategate.  Refer to me however you like, but what is a potential believer in these theories to make of other truths deemed inconvenient by those who possibly abide by little more than flawed fear tactics?

Gore's beachfront conundrum

There's a scene in Al Gore's "An Inconvenient Truth" in which a computer-generated graphic depicts rising sea levels overtaking cities along the entire American seaboard.  Now compare that to an April 28 report from The Los Angeles Times:

"Former Vice President Al Gore and his wife, Tipper, have added a Montecito-area property to their real estate holdings, reports the Montecito Journal.  The couple spent $8,875,000 on an ocean-view villa on 1.5 acres with a swimming pool, spa and fountains, a real estate source familiar with the deal confirms. The Italian-style house has six fireplaces, five bedrooms and nine bathrooms."

Global warming is big business, and business is good.

© Tim Kelly, CNSNews.com

Gore's prose about the coming apocalypse

President Obama is giving his State of the Union address as I write this.  It's a good speech, as expected, prevalent with centrist conviction and well-timed touches of humor.  And yet, amid our President's oratory charge to change our future -- Yes we can indeed! -- my mind hearkens to a fellow native Tennesseean, Al Gore.

By now you are well-aware of his global warming crusade, which at present seems to possess as much validity as the global cooling advocacy of the 1970s.  But Gore marches on, going so far as to compose a poem about his impassioned venture to change the world.  Here it is, and prepare to shed a few tears (from laughter, perhaps):

One thin September soon, A floating continent disappears, In midnight sun / Vapors rise as, Fever settles on an acid sea, Neptune's bones dissolve / Snow glides from the mountain, Ice fathers flood for a season, A hard rain comes quickly / The dirt is parched, Kindling is placed in the forest, For the lightening's celebration / Unknown creatures, Take their leave unmourned, Horsemen ready their stirrups / Passion seeks heroes and friends, The bell of the city, On the hill is rung / The shepherd cries, The hour of choosing has arrived, Here are your tools

There is no need to add anything humorous.