An Incoherent Goof
Sometimes you give up a score. The other team catches a ball in the end zone—a wobbly, wounded duck of a pass, after the receiver pushed off right in front of the ref, who inexplicably swallowed his whistle—but the rules say they get six points. And you just have to endure their gaudy, classless, suggestive touchdown dance. You just have to.
Congratulations, Al, and to all your apologists:
Dr. Paul Krugman sees “Gore Derangement Syndrome.”
Who knew he could self-diagnose?
It won’t be long before we’re lampooning Gore’s self-importance, his profligate wattage consumption, his inaccuracies and outright lies, his weight.
But today, we need to bite our tongues, slap Gore on the butt (it’s hard to miss—oops!), and say nice job.
You bloated, pompous, gasbag.
PS: Here’s another right-wing polar bear drowner.