Thursday, July 1, 2010
Gore: 'Come on, Baby, Release my Chakra'
Gore: 'Come on, Baby, Release my Chakra'
Al Gore didn't merely invent the Internet. He invented romance.
At least that's how the mainstream media played his marriage to Tipper. When he Frenched her on national television in 2000, the journalistic crowd swooned. "In Vice President Al Gore's campaign to change his robotic image," gushed The New York Times, "nothing may have helped more than the big smooch ... the kiss had an old-fashioned, romantic innocence."
Now, that "old-fashioned, romantic innocence" has withered away. According to the 73-page police report by a Portland, Ore., masseuse, Gore is not only an attempted adulterer, he's a "crazed sex poodle." And if any of what is laid forth in the report is true, he's also exceptionally weird.
His romantic evening with the masseuse began in Victorian-enough manner; he called the front desk of the Hotel Lucia on Oct. 24, 2006 and asked for a massage. When the masseuse arrived, Gore immediately turned on the global warming, hugging the masseuse a bit too close: "The hug went on a bit long, and I was taken just a bit aback by it," said the masseuse. She also admitted that she didn't protest because Gore "was a VIP and a powerful individual and the Hotel Lucia had made it clear ... that they were giving him 'the royal treatment.'"
Apparently, "royal treatment" at the Hotel Lucia includes thigh massages, as well as angry demands for touching below the waist. Finally, Gore let loose with immortal phraseology, asking the masseuse to "release ... his second chakra there."
For those who do not know, a "chakra" is a Sanskrit word for a force center, which exists on the "etheric" body of man. What does that mean? Nobody knows, but it allows leftist grease bags like Al Gore to sound spiritual when all they really want is a happy ending from a masseuse.
But the masseuse's journey into Al Gore's romantic wonderland continued. As she attempted to back out of the room slowly, Gore leapt to his feet and "wrapped [her] in an inescapable embrace," while caressing her "back and buttocks and breasts." More than the planet had a fever, apparently.
After forcing another Frencher on the masseuse and suggesting that they use the "treat box" in the room, Gore finally brought out his most seductive move: he steered her into the bedroom, where he brought out his iPod. He wanted the masseuse to listen to talentless Pink's soporific attack on President George W. Bush, "Dear Mr. President." She asks Bush some questions in the song -- questions like "How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? ... How do you walk with your head held high? ... How can you say no child is left behind?" You can just see Gore bobbing his head in time to the music -- perhaps the great man even did a little sexy dance for the nameless masseuse.
To put a capper on things, Gore jumped on her, pushed her back on the bed, Frenched her again, and then "groped [her] breasts and painfully squeezed [her] nipples ... pressed his pelvis against [hers]." Etc., etc., etc.
In essence, the former vice president of the United States let his chakra out of the lockbox.
The best part of the story was yet to come, however. When the masseuse told her friends that she'd been sexually assaulted by the horny horned-owl hero, they answered her in typical liberal fashion: "suck it up; otherwise, the world's going to be destroyed from global warming."
You have to love people who are so stupid that they think Al Gore's blustering blather about saving the planet means he gets to rape anybody he pleases. But then again, we've heard that song and dance before. Remember Betty Friedan justifying Clinton's sexual assaults and dalliances? Or Gloria Steinem? Or Nina Burleigh, former White House correspondent for Time, who once explained, "I'd be happy to give him a blow job just to thank him for keeping abortion legal"?
So far, the media is avoiding any mention of the Gore complaint, preferring to focus on titillating issues like the Elena Kagan hearings and the interminable oil leak. The comedians of the world are avoiding the Gore debacle like flies avoid vinegar.
That's what we call selective coverage. If you're a liberal, you can literally get away with probable murder (Teddy Kennedy), rape (Bill Clinton), children out of wedlock (John Edwards), association with known racists and terrorists (Barack Obama), involvement with the mob (JFK), pimping out gay prostitutes from your apartment (Barney Frank) and membership in the KKK (Robert Byrd), so long as you believe in bigger government and less financial freedom. If you're a conservative, you get ousted for complimenting a racist on his 100th birthday (Trent Lott) or having a consensual affair (John Ensign, Mark Souder, etc.). That's not to say that Lott and Co. shouldn't have resigned -- it's just to say that if they'd been Democrats, they'd be sitting secure in their seats, their brows bound with victorious wreaths.
To read another article by Ben Shapiro, click here.
Posted by Brett at 6:55 PM