Oh, I see. The planet Earth has been waiting around for 3 billion years--- just to be saved by Al Gore & the Red Hot Chili Peppers...
Oh, I see. The planet Earth has been waiting around for 3 billion years--- just to be saved by Al Gore & the Red Hot Chili Peppers...
It all comes from that celebrity mind set of having delusions of grandeur.
They’ll have their little gig - and we’ll hear them whine after a few months or a few years that no one listened to their “message” (as they continue to charter jet planes and buses - and buy several air conditioned mansions)
Um ticket sales are slumped and one Concert will not go on due to lack of sponsers.
Also due to some security issues that the media have been reporting some other concert venues may not go on as planned.
Al Gore loses again.
Lawrence Solomon's "The Deniers" (a series of articles on the view of scientists who have been labelled "Global Warming Deniers"):
Other References:
It’s Gore’s way of getting back at Bush. If Bush is saving America, Gore is saving the planet.
COMMUNISM KILLS
No, It’s a weak theory and even if not, “Live Earth” would not change a thing. It is to make people aware? Just who exactly isn’t aware since it has been shoved down our throats for some time. Perhaps some tribe in New Guinea hasn’t heard of it yet, but then you would need roads to need cars and thus no need for any of ManBearPig’s idiocy.
“thousands of fans and billions of viewers”
The gullible.
USE IT OR LOSE IT
In a hundred billion eons,
Or tomorrow, for all we know,
Who will save the Spotted Owl
When Sol begins its dying-sun Glow?
When oceans begin to boil away
What will tree-huggers do?
When all is Gone With the Astral Wind.
The Old Growth, as well as the New.
Who will care what happens to
The Whales or Snails who Dart.
When our sun turns white-hot,
And blows itself, and us, apart.
So much for the Ecko-Freak’s cause
When all around us float.
The dust of everything that was
That now are only motes.
So use and enjoy our Worldly gifts,
For Earth’s final fate,
Is to be mere cinder bits
Drifting around in frozen space.
I don't know about the rest of the gang but I was kinda looking forward to spending the weekend doing cracks about rock stars taking their private jets halfway round the world to tell the little people why they need to sell the second-hand Honda Civic and get back on the bus. But to be honest my heart's not in berating the rock colossi for their carbon footprints of clay. The way this thing's going it looks like, thanks to Al Gore, all-star charity galas will be joining the polar bears on his endangered species list.
I want to bequeath the wonders of this earth to the next generation, but I worry that my grandchildren will never know the feeling that you've totally demonstrated your tremendous concern and commitment to taking action just by going to a concert and staying until halfway through the George Michael set when he started doing stuff from the new album. I worry that my grandchildren will never know the thrill of being hectored by Bono and Bob Geldof, and that many already rare species will simply vanish from the earth - Seventies supergroups who've not yet had a long-awaited charity-gala reunion, hot young acts who haven't had the chance to cover "Imagine" with the lights down and everybody in the stadium holding disposable lighters, Eighties girl groups who've not yet reunited for a Playboy shoot, the last three celebrities who haven't duetted with Elton John, bald-headed Eagles doing the 50th anniversary performance of "Hotel California"...
On the other hand, if Cat Stevens goes down well, Jihad Aid might have legs.
