Al Gore is foaming at the mouth again -- Where's Atticus Finch when you need him?

Al Gore is having another conniption fit. You remember Al Gore, right? He's the guy who almost stole the 2000 election with his cadre of flim-flammers setting up shop in Democrat precincts in Florida to declare him the winner of the presidency, even though recount after recount showed Bush the winner (now I'm about to break into 1971 John Kerry effete Bostonian affectation accent mode)...in a manner reminiscent of Idi Amin and his banana republic...Gore cut off chads, razed precincts, attached wires from portable telephones to human genitals...

Here's Al "Idi" Gore today:

"The essential cruelty of Bush's game is that he takes an astonishingly selfish and greedy collection of economic and political proposals and then cloaks them with a phony moral authority, thus misleading many Americans ... who have a deep and genuine desire to do good in the world. And in the process, he convinces them to lend unquestioning support for proposals that actually hurt their families and their communities!"

Tell me Al, does he dangle a twirling, bright object before our eyes as he does this? Does he drip chicken blood into a cauldron of boiling lizard's gizzards and dragon scales, stir it up, do a primal dance and recite a Karl Rove inspired incantation?

...Al, I think it's time for you, Jenjis John Kerry, and Howard "Screamin" Dean to check into some home for wayward, unstable Democrat presidential wannabes.

Where's Atticus Finch when you need him? Can't you just see Al Gore hopping and foaming at the mouth and growling down that road in Maycomb County? Can't you just see old Heck Tate handing Atticus that rifle with Jem looking on in astonishment?..."What's the matter, boy? Didn't you know your Daddy was the best shot in this county?"