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This is not an interview, it's a 30 min campaign commercial!

I am sitting here watching this and not knowing what to make of it. Except I am comforted that these people are not taken seriously by the American public...I feel this in my bones.

Or maybe I am still giddy from last week's election. But I'm still convinced that anyone with any brain cells and watching this thing doesn't buy any of it for a minute.

We are just way more serious in this country than before...before you know what, and I smile that we ever took this guy seriously. Oh sure, *I* didn't take him seriously but so many people did I was constantly frustrated.

Now, it's different somehow. I'm simply not upset. Everything is sooooo obvious. Al Gore is re-inventing himself AGAIN and it's as clear as a bell even to my dog. The man has to keep re-inventing himself because, poof, he simply doesn't exist.

He has never existed, in fact. His entire life has been an alternate reality; a world where every action and reaction is carefully choreographed and rehearsed. This is because the man has no substance, he has no soul. A solid gust of wind and boom, he blows off to so much dust.

Must less ever be this country's president.

Am I making any sense?

On facial expressions I don't even think they take themselves seriously. That they know they are, and ar happy to be, "facades". That is -- they live to be play-acting at being earnest and real. Like some Franz Kafka-rewrite of Dicken's "Great Expectations." Al Gore is "Pip", always being something he is not, and for so long being at that, he has no idea anymore that people can be actually *real*.

Talk about your dysfuntional families ... Al Gore is Ozzie, even more than Ozzie is Ozzie.

Fishtalk, your 156 is a clear examination of Gore as Hamlet if Hamlet were flanked by parallel mirrors.

With the godson of Armand Hammer there is no there there.

Bob Zelnick, Gore: A Political Life, Regnery, 1999, is of use. On page 51, Zelnick writes that Gore was a "recreational" user of marijuana for "about a decade", quitting when he ran for Congress in 1976. That's been disputed by an associate of his, who was then duly smeared. Gore's edges are rounded to such an extent that he has no grasp of reality. His perception is subject to wild swings.

Edward Jay Epstein, Dossier: The Secret History of Armand Hammer, Carrol & Graf, 1996, shows the senators Gore Sr. and Jr. to have been proteges of the paymaster of the CPUSA. Hammer was Jr.'s godson (nice trick for an atheistic communist) and per Joseph Farah, Jr.'s middle name may be Armand. Hammer's father founded the CPUSA in 1919.

Gore does not "exist" as we understand the concept. He is a hologram produced by the confluence of several transmitters. Having lost his father and Armand Hammer, he came under the spell of the Clintons, always defaulting to the black hole in the orange tent.

His daughter likely assembled his anti-Iraq war blast which launched him into the ground like a captured V-2.

He is the tragic figure who struts and frets his hour upon the stage--

With too much rouge he comes and goes for good--

Talking of Dingle-Norwood.

Tipsy choffs the multicolored capsules, feeds her abdominal tumor--

The 100-proof son pretends to be Robert Mitchum in "Thunder Road"--

And the interviewer is a 200-year-old Galapagos toad.

Hear those jackboots coming down the Nazi Strasse?

Das Butch der Buchenvald goosesteppin' to kick Gore's asse.