The two freakiest parts:

The accuser said Gore maneuvered her into the bedroom. His iPod docking station was there, he told her, and he wanted her to listen to “Dear Mr. President,” a lachrymose attack on George W. Bush by the singer Pink.


Finally she got away. Later, she talked to friends, liberals like herself, who advised against telling police. One asked her “to just suck it up; otherwise, the world’s going to be destroyed from global warming.”

He’s listening to B-list has-been pop stars sing about a guy he lost an election to to pump himself (and, he presumes, anyone near enough to listen) up, and the (alleged) victim’s own friends tell her to endure this assault for the sake of saving the planet. Some gig this guy’s got.

Btw, when I heard about this story, I also saw that the accuser had been seeking a “civil case” and when she wasn’t going to get one, dropped the subject. Which is why I’ve been figuring it’s a tall tale. But, as Byron York introduces this story:

The allegation that Al Gore sexually assaulted a woman in a Portland, Ore., hotel room nearly four years ago has dealt a serious blow to the former vice president’s story that he and wife Tipper simply “grew apart” after 40 years of marriage.

The police report of the masseuse’s complaint is 73 pages long and extremely detailed.

Hmmm. And gross.


“Suzy, if you tell what Joe did to you after the dance, we’ll lose the big game!“

Heh. Ew.