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Algore. I mentioned yesterday, maybe it was a couple days ago, Algore has written a poem that is in his book. What is the title of that book, Last Choice, First Choice, Only Choice? There’s something choice in there, it’s not pro-choice. Don’t look it up. Our Choice. He’s written a poem and CNN.com has a web series called The Halls, which, I guess they go out and anybody roaming the halls of CNN they stop ’em and ask them questions. And I guess Algore was roaming the halls at CNN. Unidentified reporterette: ‘Mr. Vice President, first things first. We want to know, why did you write this poem? Are you trying for poet laureate?’

ALGORE: (laughing) I never — I didn’t intend to. The truth is I wrote 28 pages when I was writing this book on the latest impacts of the climate crisis, and since the book, Our Choice, is all about the solutions, it didn’t really fit anywhere, so I kept trying to squeeze it down to where it would fit, and I came up with a few lines and then I decided, oh, well, what the heck, try to make it into a poem. So I’m not a poet but I did my best.

RUSH: And then standing in the hall at CNN on a show called The Halls, Algore read his poem. Do you want to hear the poem? Here’s Algore reading this poem, which, you should know that members of State-Controlled Media, they think this is just the best. They think this is rad; they are overimpressed; they think this is one of the best; it’s gut-wrenching; it’s true. The Vanity Fair guy described it as frightening in it scope. Listen to it.

ALGORE: One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun

Vapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea
Neptune’s bones dissolve

Snow glides from the mountain
Ice fathers floods for a season
A hard rain comes quickly

Then dirt is parched
Kindling is placed in the forest
For the lightning’s celebration

Unknown creatures
Take their leave, unmourned
Horsemen ready their stirrups

Passion seeks heroes and friends
The bell of the city
On the hill is rung

The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your tools.

RUSH: That’s Algore and his poem from his book, Our Choice. I’m telling you, Snerdley, I read the reaction to this. They’re all caught up in this. This is emoting; this is compassion for the planet; the heart. Yeah, they think it’s fabulous.

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