Poet Al Gore: Liberals are Red, Ice Caps are Blue...

Al Gore:  Inventor of the internet; Nobel Laureate; Snorting, surly failed presidential candidate; angry, unhinged raving ranter, environmental pied piper.  And now, poet???

Al Gore has written a poem.  I'm not joking.  Vanity Fair is gushing over it.  Here are the funniest parts (I won't bore you with the whole thing; I want some readership left after this post):

One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun

Vapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea
Neptune's bones dissolve

The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your tools

Reverend Al has inspired me.  Here is my version:

One thin November soon
a global flim flam disappears
in public humiliation

Vapors rise, fevers burn
in the fetid, pestilent clot
of Gaia worshiping simpletons

The libtard cries
The hour of unmasking has arrived
the worshipers are tools

Vanity Fair

Protesting Those Who Protect The Right To Protest

I love this picture. It reminds me of that great patriotic poem about how the soldier guarantees our freedoms. Click on the picture for a full-size view. WARNING: Contains a vulgarity.

It Has Always Been The Soldier.
It is the soldier,
not the President who gives us democracy.
It is the soldier,
not the Congress who takes care of us.
It is the soldier,
not the Reporter who has given us Freedom of Press.
It is the soldier,
not the Poet who has given us Freedom of Speech.
It is the soldier,
not the campus Organizer who has given us the
Freedom to Demonstrate.
It is the soldier,
who salutes the flag;
who serves beneath the flag,
and whose coffin is draped by the flag,
that allows the protester to burn the flag.

(Father Dennis O'Brien, US Marine Corp. Chaplain)

Poem source: http://www.vfwpost1503.org/it's_the_soldier.html