A becoming Hollywood musical!
★★★★☆ “Al Gore as Zorba the Bostonian, really brings the role to life” ~The New York Apparatchiki
Environmentalism a becoming boon-doggle, the most efficient, responsive and unsurpassingly democratic economy the world has ever known is being hamstrung and sucked up by a bureaucratic and professional ruling class of government gadflies. Vitality, influence and independence… All Gone!
Enter Al Gore playing Zorba the Bostonian:
“I will make Chevies,” roars Zorba: “a Budweiser in every glasss,” he babbles as he holds his arm aloft, his lips turning S’s into Z’s. “Now, I have a plan,” Zorba whispers conspiratorially: “it’s time firefighters start businesses on the side (with all the time off we give them) — those fat government pensions don’t just grow on trees ‘ya know and behind every government worker there’s a greedy union that must be fed.”
“Beshides,” Zorba slurs, becoming increasing more shitfaced, “Koutshoyiannish shaid that on a climatic shcale — shay 30-yearsh, or sho — the whole sheries of GCMsh, and I quote, irrelevant to reality.”
Zorba consoles the English writer — the day after his conquest of the village widow — who subsequently is ritually sacrificed to the gods by superstitious villagers in an attempt to get nature to conform to their models of reality.
“Nevertheless,” Zorba explains, “you can’t blame the villagers… they’re all just being human and looking at things in a human-kind of way. It is for them a moral issue this climate change stuff and they’ve been told the facts are beyond question – gobal warming is real and bad and will kill us all and every living thing. That and the government funding is all the villagers need to know to motivate them to hurt and murder the poor, if they must and they unquestionably must, being on the side of the angels and all.”