Former Vice President Al Gore is a “crazed sex poodle” who can’t keep his hands to himself, according to a Portland, Oregon massage therapist who reported the incident to police last year.
While giving Gore an abdominal massage, she said he demanded that she go lower and soon grabbed her right hand and shoved it under the sheet. “I felt like I was dancing on the edge of a razor,” she told Detective Molly Daul. She tried to use an acupressure technique to relax Gore and thought she may have nearly put him to sleep. She went into the bathroom to wash up and came out to pack up.
That’s when, she says, Gore wrapped her in an “inescapable embrace” and fondled her back, buttocks and breasts as she was trying to break down her massage table.
She called him a “crazed sex poodle” and tried to distract him, pointing out a box of Moonstruck chocolates on a nearby table. He went for the chocolates and then offered her some, cornering her, fondling her and shoving his tongue in her mouth to french kiss as he pressed against her.
Sorry for that inescapable mental image.
We’ve called Gore many things through the years – wrongheaded, insane, dictatorial, dangerous to minors – but “crazed sex poodle” is a new one. If the allegations are true, the environmental movement may want to look for a figurehead that doesn’t accost women with their grabby, grabby hands.
