Yep. Award-winning climatologist and former veep is running for the office that Dubya stole from him. Not officially, of course. The idea is to make it somehow appear as though a grand chorus of voices are chanting across the land, "Run, Albert, Run"!
Hi. Those are some nice shoes. They call me Forrest. Would you like a chocolate? My mama always said that life is like a box of chocolates.
I'm happy to see that you're sitting here, waiting for a bus. Because you know, it's the right thing to do. Did you know that you're reducing your cabon footprint? We all have carbon footprints, you know. Some folks will tell you that carbon dioxide is insignificant as a greenhouse gas, but I don't believe them. Do you? Are you sure you wouldn't like a chocolate?
Do you make $30,000 a year? Oh, I'm sorry. That was rude. Mama would have said that, and she'd have been right. I spend $30,000 a year just on natural gas and electricity for my humble home office.
I try to cut back, but it's really difficult.
You probably know that we're all going to die because of global warming, but did you know that You Can Save The Planet? Oh, it's true. Sure you don't want a chocolate? Oh well, then...
You Can Save The Planet if you'll just quit driving, and use mass transit. Recycle. Use compact flurorescent bulbs. Take only cold-water showers, and only for thirty seconds, once a week. I learned about this latter approach while I was helping to invent the internets, and it seems like a promising approach for you.
I'd do it myself, except that I have so many awards to claim that my timelines are really tight, and you know what that does to a manly body.
I've spent most of my life either in or in close proximity to hot water, and while there has never been any assertion of any controlling legal authority in this regard, it seems only reasonable to note that I have, as yet, never been burned.