"al Gore is Willy Loman on acid"
I love to read the New Yorker, especially the dog eared copies found in the dentist's office, just before the boys in the white shirts with the buttons across the shoulders begin to bang away on a recalcitrant molar or make the KaVo high-speed drill sing deep within a shattered bicuspid.
But I really got a kick out of perusing the latest hagiographical send up to that madcap and topsy-turvy traveling bard of global warming, Mr. al Gore, by Mr. David Remnick, an exalted wordsmith far above my small mean station in life.
In this particularly pithy piece, Ozone Man, Mr. Remnick explains that Mr. Gore actually has quite a lot to say about global warming, which is described by both Mr. Gore in a movie by the same name as his slide show and by Mr. Remnick in this lengthy puff piece, as a truly apocalyptic event, as Mr. Gore travels this great land with shoes like adlai Stevenson's in that famous picture, which we are supposed to visualize, arising from the frenetic pace and the promise he keeps--all without fail.
al's Sisyphean labors are writ large in contrast to those of Mr Bush., of course, who is a failure whenever he deals with anything, from managing the war to paying the egg man, but particularly when he approaches the complicated atmospheric physics driving global warming, which Mr. Gore understands as easily as the Internet and petrolatum. Mr. Bush, it is pointed out, has missed every global warming boat, symptom and then some.
Mr Remnick's keenest observation lies in his description of, "Gore as global warming's Willy Loman, wheeling his bag down one more airport walkway," on the way to deliver another thrilling cap lofting rendition of his epic long term multi-dimensional Odyssey titled, "an Inconvenient Truth," is rather telling because he fails to connect one of the driving questions of Mr. arthur Miller's play, what was poor Willy actually selling, to Mr. Gore.
Mr. Gore, as he has shown in his eye popping and seemingly non-scopalamine moderated ravings in Jeddah, as well as his crazy Constitutionally centered blubbering on Martin Luther King Day, is capable of far more than providing a Willy Loman knock off on the painfully rutted streets of a salesman's life.
Mr. Gore has shown an unparalleled ability to weave a rich tapestry of absolute fiction with an unrivalled and frenzied panache, matched only by those who fail to properly manage their psychoactive drug intake, while he delivers hair raising imputations designed to elicit only terror--fear of america, of President Bush, of our military and our way of life without Mr. Gore.
In a recent article on global warming in WSJ's Opinion Journal, Richard Lindzen, the alfred P. Sloan Professor of atmospheric Science at MIT, explains the current state of the academics surrounding global warming and that, "alarm, rather than genuine scientific curiosity, it appears, is essential… and only the most senior scientists today can stand up against this alarmist gale, and defy the iron triangle of climate scientists, advocates and policy makers."
and this open commerce in alarm is far more lucrative than real scientific curiosity in global warming and is preventing honest scientific debate in magazines undergoing downsizing, in fading newspapers of some note and on slumping television news shows.
Unlike Willy Loman, who peddled fungible and real items in his fantasy world of the stage, be they shoes or belts, Mr. Gore is crisscrossing our country peddling his canned theories on global warming in his--outside of the perpetual fog of progressive exultation over his relentless hammering and his dull dreary assault on our sensibilities in his protracted slide show-- which amount to nothing but Technicolor apprehensions and Kodachrome images of dread or, in the words of Mr. Lindzen, an alarmist gale.
Mr. Gore has become, if he was ever anything else, the top hundred club salesman and the loudest kettle drummer in the growing bullish marketplace of fear--in politics and global warming.
Mr. Remnick closes his article by explaining that Mr. Gore is playing a unique role in america today--as a symbol of what might have been.
With the evidence available to us after six years of Mr. Gore's growing aberrant behavior, I can't imagine what kind of problems we might be hip deep in today with him at the helm. Kyoto be damned, imagine his reaction to 9/11 and a shooting war with Iran.
But an america run by Mr. Gore boggles the mind. Imagine every situation ending in a howling mad denunciation, all situations eliciting a high powered rant and watching a pop-eyed hopped up madman delivering a lengthy exhortation every time a bomb goes off somewhere.
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