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By Howie Carr
Friday, June 25, 2010

Being a big lummox means never having to say you’re sorry.

Yes, I know, Al Gore is innocent until proven guilty. Still, how can you not savor this moment: a 54-year-old female masseuse in Portland, Ore., tells the local constabulary, at excruciating length, about yet another example of moonbat hypocrisy. This time it’s the pope of global warming, or, as the masseuse calls him, “a crazed sex poodle” and a “big lummox.”

Somewhere, Bill Clinton is smiling. The planet has a fever, and it’s in Al Gore’s pants.

“Clearly,” the masseuse told the Portland PD, “ ‘no’ was not a word he heard or cared about or respected.”

Paging Juanita Broaddrick. No controlling authorities in Gallery Suite #903 at the Hotel Lucia apparently. Wonder how much it’ll cost to make this inconvenient truth to go away. And will she accept carbon credits in lieu of cash?

The National Enquirer broke the story, just like they did with John Edwards, and before that Jesse Jackson and Gary Hart. The mainstream media are of course giving Gore’s humiliation a good leaving-alone - Beautiful People stick together, as the masseuse well knew.

“I cannot begin to imagine that such a public figure would be anything less than a model of stellar integrity. . . I was in a room with someone who was Teflon-coated in terms of his credibility and celebrity status.”

What’s the old saying? A conservative is a liberal masseuse who gets a call to go up to Al Gore’s suite. The Nobel Prize winner was guzzling a beer when she arrived. Then he cracked open a bottle of Grand Marnier. He also had various types of chocolate around the room. “He’s rotund, you know?”

The odd thing is, this alleged incident happened in 2006, before the global-warming scam imploded in the wake of plummeting temperatures and the hide-the-decline e-mails among Gore’s flim-flamming co-conspirators. Back then, it was practically a crime to be a non-believer - “denier” was the word the moonbats used. Usually these religious hucksters like Pope Albert get caught touching the third rail on the downhill slide, after they predict that the coming of the Rapture or the mothership or whatever and the date arrives . . . and nothing happens.

Yet here was Al Gore, at the top of his game as the green Bernie Madoff, coming on to this poor middle-aged woman like Elmer Gantry or Jim Bakker . . . or Bill Clinton. Gore was “just screaming,” as she told the cops, so she tried to quiet him down.

She started talking about various marital arrangements, “with Bill and Hillary for example ... I realized later ... I really stepped in it because talk about Bill and Hillary is like a sore point with this guy. He seemed even angrier at that point.”

Hey Al, you better put some ice on that. CNN should team him with Eliot Spitzer - Client No. 9 and the crazed sex poodle in Room 903. Imagine, a newspaper in Portland had this story two years ago and never pulled the trigger - professional courtesy for a fellow limousine liberal and all that.

How do you think they’d have handled it if the guy in 903 was Dick Cheney?

All I know is, it’s George Bush’s fault.
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SrWoodchuck

shoutCasino67!

 

Obviously, the "space alien" inside Algores skin has become terribly uncomfortable.

 

Was this an attempt to molt? Was he looking for a seed pod?

 

I'd be interested in an analysis of the slime left on her brand new slacks....and bet there's nothing like it in this world.

 

Imagine the frustration of losing ground in your mission of Total World Domination...it's like he's from France.

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