By Mark Simpson (Guardian CIF 15 October, 2007)
For the sake of the Planet, Al, don’t do it!
Al Gore, former Next President of the United States, Inventor of the Internet, Saviour of the World, PowerPoint Presenter Extraordinaire – and now Nobel Peace Prize Winner – is rumoured to be considering a last-minute bid to be the Democratic Party’s Presidential Candidate.
There’s been a lot of media speculation about whether Al will actually throw his carbon-neutral hat into the ring, but you don’t need to launch a political weather-balloon or take core samples of pack ice to estimate the seriousness with which Gore, despite protestations to the contrary, still covets the Oval Office: the evidence is all there, up on the big screen, in his celebrated, Nobel Prize-winning documentary ‘An Inconvenient Truth’.
Except it isn’t a documentary. It’s essentially a 100 minute Presidential Election Campaign advertisement, with some alarmist extreme weather reports thrown in, which, even by the standards of US campaign ads shamelessly sells Gore, his apple-pie all-American childhood on his parent’s 1950s farm, his sister’s sad death from lung cancer, his diligent, pointy-headed study at University, his public-spirited time in High Office, and his saintly-but-oh-so-lonely proselytising about global warming, dragging his laptop and long face around the US just for the price of a hot cup of coffee (you’d be forgiven for believing), once out of it. All with a schmaltzy tear-jerking soundtrack and Gore’s scripted croaky-voiced sincerity.
The real genius of this election ad though is not that it’s the first to win an Oscar or a Nobel Prize – it’s that it’s persuaded the public to actually pay to see it. But what it has in common with more traditional election ads is that it’s full of lies: nine of them according to the High Court last week.
‘An Inconvenient Truth’ endlessly promotes Call Me Al as the President the United States – and the world – should have had. Even those terrifying giant red graphs as big as houses he flashes up (with axis rubric that, strangely, is so small we can’t read it) are really the exit polls from the 2000 election showing how he was robbed.
When he tells us towards the end of this self-abnegating presentation, that global warming is ‘not a political issue but a moral and spiritual issue’, it’s absolutely clear what he means: ‘Al Gore is not a political issue, but a moral and spiritual issue.’
In other words, a pompous ass.
It isn’t Gore’s vanity that is so impossible to stomach – it’s his total inability to own it. His vanity is the vanity of the ‘humble preacher’ – the deadliest vanity of all.
One of the nine lies that the High Court nailed moral and spiritual Gore with recently was his claim that Hurricane Katrina was the result of global warming. In terms of the naked scaremongering of Gore’s film – vote for me or else you all drown/starve/die of thirst/boredom – this isn’t just a minor issue. Very early on in ‘An Inconvenient Truth’ extensive footage is used from Katrina while we see Gore tirelessly studying his graphs on his trusty laptop. It’s made clear that this catastrophe (and perhaps other ones in far-off hotter, dustier climes) wouldn’t have happened on Gore’s watch. Gore, who walks on water, would have solved global warming and saved New Orleans.
‘In the US, political will,’ says a very tired looking Gore at the end of his film, ‘is a renewable resource!’
Actually, if you want to blame someone for the US’s cancellation of the Kyoto agreement, the inept response to Katrina, the catastrophic invasion of Iraq and the disastrous collapse of the US’s relations with much of the world, don’t blame Bush, who is after, all, what he is and does pretty much what it says on the tin. Blame Gore.
After all, it wasn’t, as the film suggests, Bush or the Supreme Court that stole the 2000 election, so much as it was Gore that threw it away. It should have been a cakewalk, but it became a near dead-heat because he was too moral and spiritual to allow Clinton – the man who’s charisma and political realism had put him in office as Vice President for two terms and put him in a position to lead the Democrats in the election – to campaign on his behalf. Even if Clinton, the most phenomenal campaigner of modern times, had only succeeded in mobilising the black vote Gore would have won without any recounts.
Whatever Bush’s faults, he isn’t a pompous ass. And Americans, unlike Nobel Prize judges, don’t like pompous asses. I don’t like pompous asses. Do you?
If anyone can get the Republicans re-elected, it’s not Hilary’s femininity, it’s not Obama’s blackness. It’s Gore’s pompous ass-ity.
Bart Simpson – That’s what I love about eco-warriors, they go for the personal attack rather than the well-argued statement. Hard to argue the faux-science of the plural of assumption is certainty that is Human Induced Climate Change well though, so understandable.
But hey, what do I know, I’ve only been following climate science since the 70’s when we were all supposed to freeze to death. It’s documented (not that you’d think it the way the mainstream media ignore it) that it was then PM Margaret Thatcher who got the CO2 bandwagon rolling. She wanted to break the power of the NUM and, remembering the smogs caused by burning coal in domestic grates, said to her Cabinet Ministers that there would be extra ‘backdoor’ funds made available to any scientists who could ‘prove’ that burning coal in power stations etc. was detrimental in some way. They came up with the CO2 is a greenhouse gas and we’re all going to die ‘proof’. The miners’ strike was in 1984-85, Thatcher made her acceptance of global warming speech in 1988. It is irony indeed that the very same people who supported the miners’ strike and rallied against Thatcher making a coffin for UK coal mining, now gleefully dance on its grave.
That’s the real inconvenient truth.
I should renew my acquaintance with Mme Pally. Attacking Gore on Salon, or what passes for Salon these days, is a blasphemous act.
“Whatever Bush’s faults, he isn’t a pompous ass.” Ha! You should proof-read what you write, or hire a copywriter to get rid of such mental typos.
Paglia’s been getting so much flak from the Salon readership (yes, we got that, hurry it up) for calling out Gore and his “documentary” in just this way. Not that I was in a hurry to see it anyway. I musn’t give up on Pally. As with Morrissey, Pete Doherty, and Courtney Love, I must see her through to the end, no matter how hard it gets… it’s about the only character-building thing I do anyway.
By the way, my MySpace profile is no longer private, as I shall never take a job at a bank ever again. Haven’t made a public post in ages though, have to get on that.
Don’t be a fucking idiot, Simpson. Gore’s ruled himself out of the running, despite your predictions and the fact that he’d probably win. Also, if you had followed the court case more closely and investigated the issues more thoroughly you’d know that most of the so-called ‘lies’ were nothing of the sort. Is it just trolling, or can you really be this much of a dickhead?
Sorry, that first URL should be [http://www.geocities.com/good_clean_fun_2/algorism.htm]
Unfortunately most of the media have either fallen for or colluded with this bandwagoner. When he was Clinton’s VP he was considered a joke and it’s not just the Internet that he’s taken credit for. Google ‘ALGORISMS’ and see what turns up. For example – [http://www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en-gb&q=ALGORISMS&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8] [http://freedomkeys.com/gore.htm]
Now Gore charges between $1,000 and $25,000 to hear his message and has been photographed using a private jet to fly between engagements. It’s grossly obscene that a rich, comfortable and powerful man and a panel of bureaucrats living safely in the US get the Nobel Peace Prize at the same time as monks are dying for freedom in Burma. Although having said that, what good has awarding it to Aung San Suu Kyi back in 1991 done for peace in that country.
So sorry not to have offended you more regularly. I can only hope you get better service elsewhere.
No, I don’t like pompous asses. That’s why this is the last time I’ll peruse your tardily-updated blog.