Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Al and Tipper Gore are separating. One is tempted to judge -- that is what we bloggers do -- or deride: Two of the more annoying people in American public life finally tired of each other? Quelle surprise! But the Gores have not had an easy time of it, what with the intense stresses of the lives they have chosen to lead and the challenges of child-rearing, and that is only the stuff we know about. The wags, of course, will wonder whether all their professions of marital bliss -- the frankly excessive smooch at the 2000 Democratic National Convention and the book about their marriage, Joined at the Heart -- were sincere, but who really knows whether any marriage's public face is genuine or not? Better this: May the Gores land well in their new lives.
Yes. All of us have had heartbreak in our lives at one time or another, so we may wish that the Gores do OK individually in the future.
Politicians are subject to particular scrutiny when it comes to hypocrisy, and rightly so; also, they have inevitably employed their spouses as quasi-props as well as partners. We can't begin to know what went on between the Gores, and it is their business.
By all accounts, Al and Tipper did a decent job raising their kids, which is probably the most important thing a married or formerly married couple can do.
Marriage is a tough go. Good luck to them, and to the Clintons (though, with the exception of their sterling effort at raising a daughter, their marriage never looked to me to be anything but a convenience).
All sorts of thoughts! Let's see when the NYT publishes anything; my bet is 2012 or 2013. Of course, it isn't true
until the National Enquirer says it's true. What about the new palace in California; they must have thought long and hard about that, and, then, the split. Do they have a pre-nup?
There are not and never have been many leeches on US culture as big as Al Gore. At least Far Teddy had some elan; Gore is just a load.
Maybe Al will have more time to work on his poetry. Here's a sample:
Global Warming Poem
One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears ...