Take that, Al Gore!

Al Gore might be thinking right now that he’s fallen into the “Be careful what you wish for, you might get it” trap. After all, his film, having won an Academy Award, is now coming under more intense scrutiny than ever. Wait, that’s wrong. The film isn’t, but Al is. And the scrutiny falls into the category of “how dare he sanctimoniously preach at all of us to make sacrifices, when he’s living in an eco-nightmare of a home.” Gore’s rating on the hypocrisy meter has just gone up a bit more now that it turns out that he’s one of the owners of the carbon offset company he buys into to “neutralize” his energy abuses. If you want to read a splendid analysis about just how cynical Gore’s dodge is, check out this article at Cheat-Seeking Missiles.

UPDATE: James Taranto writing about Gore:

So, let’s sum this up: Here we have a major American politician who is calling for policies that would impose huge costs on society but appears to be profiting handsomely himself; who is leading an extravagant lifestyle while demanding sacrifices from ordinary people; and who is calling on the media to suppress the views of those with whom he disagrees, while at the same time urging more government regulation in the name of “fairness” to his partisan and ideological allies.

Why is it left to think tanks and bloggers to investigate and expose all this? Why aren’t the mainstream media all over the story? Could it be . . . bias?

UPDATE II: Read the last item in this Best of the Web for the ultimate rebuttal to Gore’s carbon neutral scam. (Amuse yourself, by the way, and read the whole Best of the Web, and do so on a regular basis.)

UPDATE III:  Noemie Emery is probably like the Marines:  you want her as your friend, not your enemy.  Because if she’s your enemy, she’s going to wield the word scalpel with the skill she brought to this take-down of Al Gore.  It’s a rundown of his vices that those Democrats who dream of an alternative Pres. Al universe conveniently forget:

The trouble with all these alternative visions is that sometimes real life does break through. Richard Cohen had barely published his paean to Prince Al and his vision (about the need for austerity, and leaving a wee tiny imprint upon Mother Nature) when news broke that His Princeness, in his palazzo in Nashville, was burning through kilowatts in staggering numbers, and trampling all over Mother Earth (if not an Earth Mother) with hobnailed and giant-sized boots. This was the real Al, not the virtual one, and one we knew well from the past: the one who at the 1996 convention made a five-Kleenex speech about how his sister’s horrific death in 1984 from lung cancer had turned him into an indefatigable foe of tobacco, when in 1988 he had bragged about raising the crop; who went from co-sponsoring a bill to make a fetus a person to defending late-term abortion at NARAL celebrations, and then denied that he had changed anything; the Al who wasted unknown gallons of water during a drought to float his canoe for a save-the-earth photo op; the Al who in March, 2000, declared his intention to crusade for campaign finance reform, because he had been nearly indicted in a fund-raising scandal; the Al who ran in 2000 as, a people-vs.-the powerful populist, while being outed as a slumlord who left his indigent tenants living in squalor; the Al who in the Florida recount promised to “count every vote” (for him, that was), while trying furiously to discredit those of overseas servicemen, and others whose problem was a slight technicality, with which the voters had nothing to do.

Ouch.

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