Via Hot Air, I see that notorious, bloodthirsty polar bear-murderer Al Gore is up to his usual environmental violations – take that any way you like – in the pursuit of his destructive lifestyle:

Drew Johnson, president of the Tennessee Center for Policy Research —the same organization that also found Gore’s home consumes 20 times more electricity than the average household — told Yeas & Nays that Gore’s Belle Meade-section mansion did not go dark during the global campaign’s designated hour between 8:30 p.m. and 9:30 p.m.

Johnson did admit that although it wasn’t as bright as can be, Gore did have on “a dozen or so” floodlights on his trees, a light shining on his address number, and a noticeable “bluish glow” from his powered-on televisions and computers coming from inside his house.

That bluish glow was probably actually Cerenkov radiation: Gore’s just the sort of Gaia-denying hypocrite to have a secret nuclear reactor in his basement. After all, a man who’d have a kill rating of four millibears a year from his personal lifestyle alone can’t be trusted at all. Besides, as the photo to the side shows, he’s not even willing to turn off the light that shows his street address. As if any one in the area could miss it, what with the unholy glow of his profligate energy potlach obscuring the clean, night-time Tennessee sky.

Of course, the Gores sent out one of their minions to deny the evidence of Gore’s blatant energy waste, but you can see the picture above for yourself, so ask yourself this: why, oh why, must we be subjected to this man’s abiding contempt for our green, beautiful Earth-parent? What horrible in the past twisted Al Gore, and made him such a ruthless scourge of the gaiasphere? Why does he look upon this beautiful, innocent photo…

…and feel only a black, oily rage?

Why, Al Gore?

Why?

Moe Lane

Crossposted to RedState.

…or more accurately, his kids:

…in reference to this post about a counter of the meaningless gesture of sitting in the dark for an hour today to show your opposition to global warming. As it is my birthday*, mailloux’ children made me a cake out of Lite Brites… which, as you can see, is a very cool thing to do.  I’m flattered immensely: I especially want to thank his kids for doing this. Even if they love playing with Lite-Brites anyway.

Moe Lane

*Tip jar, etc, etc, etc.

Crossposted to RedState.