Happy Easter, Al Gore

I woke up this Easter morning and thought I had experienced a time warp which threw me back to Christmas. Below freezing temperatures, snow plows working the roads, and the furnace blazing full blast. Funny, but I can't help but think of Al Gore during times like these.

According to Mr. Gore, we are all going to die a horrible death getting sucked up into a super-tornado vortex or drowned by melting polar ice caps. Let me say this kindly - was it you or Mr. Clinton who "didn't inhale?"

The fear mongering I see raging through the respective news medias of the world reminds me of what it must of have been like to live during the times of the Dark Ages. Fear and superstition ruled, and the gullible population was putty in the hands of the "elite" and powerful. Only they had the answers, and the people better listen or God would destroy them. Instead of telling the people to sell their SUV's and get a hybrid, they were told to stop eating meat on Fridays and switch to fish. Earthquakes and bad weather meant you weren't giving enough to the coffers of the church, so pay up. Back then, you could have sins forgiven by buying a piece of paper with the pope's seal on it, and you were good to go. Sin as much as you please, but you once you laid your money down you had nothing to worry about. Today, the high priests and priestesses of the Global Warming cult will allow you to do the same thing - run your private jets all over the world, own an SUV or whatever - but pay a certain amount of cash to help make the world a greener place, and you are all right.

History will record this hysteria as the biggest hoax played on modern men. Just as we look with wonder at great medical minds that would bleed George Washington to death to cure his cold, our great-grandkids will view this generation. How stupid were they, really? Rather, how gullible.

Man cannot destroy the world, let's face it. We are too puny, and we are not the ones in control. We can make the world an awful messy place, but change the climate? Maybe what my dad said was wrong after all - "shut the stupid door, we're not heating the outside!" Sorry dad,. but I guess we are. And we are all going to die.