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.