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August 11, 2011

by Andrea Peyser

Can it be ? Has the guru of global warming, the Bozo of ozone and pooh-bah of the probably-not- so-endangered polar bear, gone completely off his bleeping rocker?

I'm talking about Al Gore, the former vice president who, after losing the White House, reinvented himself as a minor deity -- a Gulfstream-riding, energy-slurping champion of Planet Earth.

But now, murmurs from warming doubters and Goreaholics alike are reaching a crescendo:

Is Al Gore out of his gourd?

It brings me small joy and great hilarity to report that symptoms of Gore's encroaching lunacy are piling up faster than a stack of earth-killing disposable diapers. In New York early this month, Gore hectored promiscuous gals to use "fertility management" (abortion?) and stop having kids, saving us all from atmosphere-dissolving burps, or something.

Then, he told like-minded crackpot Keith Olbermann that America needs a movement, modeled after the unfortunately bloody "Arab Spring" in Tahrir Square -- er, he said, "the nonviolent part of it" -- to fight, you guessed it, global warming!

Finally, in Aspen, Gore went on a psychedelic bender.

For doubting the holy gospel of earthly cooking -- which Gore can't be helping with his partiality to private planes -- he issued a blistering, potty-mouthed tirade against warming deniers, saving a few curses for assorted corporate scum.