The American Spectator

Nicole nailed it. Absolutely.

Now, I’m no fan of the Republican wimpiness, the candidate, nor the present administration that Nancy, Harry, Barack and those other demented ones love to link with McCain (I’ll probably write-in Dr. Thomas Sowell’s name, John Bolton’s, or maybe my wife’s name; with a Ph.D. in Business, among other earned degrees and awards, she’s certainly more qualified than most!), but the bogus, opportunistic, sanctimonious and supercilious attitude(s) taken by the Democrats were so repugnant that they reminded me of last year’s July 7th fiasco called “Live Earth.”

Was strolling down Atlantica, past the Copacabana Palace in Rio, a lot of the construction for the PanAm Games was in the Leme neighborhood, but then there was this ridiculous stage, lighting, support tents and associated crap cluttering up the beach, all awaiting the concert that night. And, parked on the corner of Rua Fernando Mendes, 8, 9 or maybe even 10 shiny, gas-guzzling V-8 powered Mercedes-Benz limos, each sporting the highly impressive “Live Earth VIP” designation — not a Prius in sight! Imagine that.

Now, one or two? Uh, maybe. Perhaps. But aren’t these the presumed Carpooler types who’d do ‘most anything to save a gallon — or even a litre?

Sure, I snapped a couple pictures as proof, and got a nasty, nasty look from one of the nattily attired suits overseeing the (presumed) spectacle, while gnashing his teeth with appropriate angst — then went on my way, shaking my head at the gross hypocrisy Al Gore had wrought.