Drew Johnson, President of the Tennessee Center for Policy Research, decided to spend “Earth Hour” by visiting the home of Al Gore, The Grand Poobah of the Church of the Global Warming Moonbat and what he found was that hypocritical Gore was his carbon footprint generating self during earth hour.
Johnson gave me permission to reprint this note from his face book page which describes his little trip to moonbat land:
How Al Gore Celebrated Earth Hour
by Drew Johnson
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The entrance to Al Gore’s mansion during Earth Hour. Oops. As most of you know, just over two years ago, my organization, the Tennessee Center for Policy Research, found that the knuckleheaded leader of the global warming alarmism movement, Al Gore, consumes 20 times more electricity in his home than the average American household.
Since Earth Hour was recognized today, Saturday, March 28 from 8:30-9:30pm, I thought I’d see how the hypocritical, fear-mongering former Veep was celebrating at his home.
I pulled up to Al’s house, located in the posh Belle Meade section of Nashville, at 8:48pm – right in the middle of Earth Hour. I found that the main spotlights that usually illuminate his 9,000 square foot mansion were dark, but several of the lights inside the house were on.
In fact, most of the windows were lit by the familiar blue-ish hue indicating that floor lamps and ceiling fixtures were off, but TV screens and computer monitors were hard at work. (In other words, his house looked the way most houses look about 1:45am when their inhabitants are distractedly watching “Cheaters” or “Chelsea Lately” reruns while surfing fetish porn.)
The kicker, though, were the dozen or so floodlights grandly highlighting several trees and illuminating the driveway entrance of Gore’s mansion.
I shit you not, my friends, the savior of the environment couldn’t be bothered to turn off the gaudy lights that show off his goofy-ass trees.
The picture above is an example of the floodlights that were burning through Earth Hour, which is supposedly “lights off” time for those who get their rocks off by telling children that they will be burned alive because of the use of ventilators, refrigerators and cars. (The “312” is his address – 312 Lynnwood Blvd.)
If you’re unfamiliar, Earth Hour is where socialists and patchouli-dabbing tree-hugging hippies unite to dismiss electricity, fossil fuels and the modern conveniences that allow for historically unrivaled prosperity, longevity, health and quality of life throughout the world.
Thankfully, most of the Kool-Aid drinking ballsacks that participated in Earth Hour undoubtedly spent the hour on their couch or on their porch reflecting how solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, short and generally shitty life would be without electricity.