Pray with me, brother!
Al Gore is my shepherd. I shall not consume.
He maketh me lie down in green pastures filled with wind turbines.
He leadeth me beside waters polluted by his zinc mine.
He selleth my soul for carbon offsets.
He leadeth me in the path of bankruptcy so his green investments may profit.
Yea, though I drive through the Valley of the Shadow of Interstate 5, I will fear no evil.
For Al Gore art with me.
His hockey stick and 20 room mansion with compact fluorescent lighting, they comfort me.
He preparest a table on his private jet in the presence of mine Hollywood elite.
He annointest my head with oil subsidized biofuel.
My wallet runneth short.
Surely the moonbats and #occupiers shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Carbon Neutral forever.
Amen.