Al Gore lecturing people on shallowness is enough to make me snort coffee up my nose. How about those “earth tone” clothes in the 2000 race there, Al? Or that throwdown smooch on Tipper at the convention?
How about those “earth tone” clothes in the 2000 race there, Al? Or that throwdown smooch on Tipper at the convention?
I vividly remember his vivid recollections of his boyhood spent plowing the fields of Tennessee with a horse-drawn plow, even though he grew up in a fancy hotel in DC with his corrupt senator father. But the horse-drawn cart story scored better in the focus groups than the shorty pants pampered rich kid story.
Al Gore has never had a thought as deep as his footprints.
Al is insane now, completely and utterly insane.
And I am not kidding.