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We love you Al

Well, it's nice to know that the man who was truly supposed to be our 43rd president didn't let the injustice get him down. No, instead, he did a little something like HELP SAVE THE WORLD.

Unlike the nincompoop we ended up with who is doing his jolly best to fu** it up beyond all repair.

Congratulations Al Gore on winning the Nobel Peace Prize. He won. Hands down. Not a hanging chad in sight.

Who knows. Maybe he DID invent the Internet.

Here's what he said after receiving the Nobel:

I am deeply honored to receive the Nobel Peace Prize. This award is even more meaningful because I have the honor of sharing it with the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change -- the world's pre-eminent scientific body devoted to improving our understanding of the climate crisis -- a group whose members have worked tirelessly and selflessly for many years. We face a true planetary emergency. The climate crisis is not a political issue, it is a moral and spiritual challenge to all of humanity. It is also our greatest opportunity to lift global consciousness to a higher level. My wife, Tipper, and I will donate 100 percent of the proceeds of the award to the Alliance for Climate Protection, a bipartisan non-profit organization that is devoted to changing public opinion in the U.S. and around the world about the urgency of solving the climate crisis.


He could've been our president.

Instead we are so very blessed to have as our leader the man who said this: "Rarely is the question asked, is our childrens learning?"

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