Gore shared dramatic graphs.
Polar ice? Gone, any day now.
Sea levels? Twenty feet in the "near future," which, in political time, means "before the checks clear."
Arctic summers ice-free by, oh, pick a year, any year; 2013, 2014, five to seven years from whenever he was speaking.
Snows of Kilimanjaro? Vanished within a decade.
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Coastal cities? Should be holding snorkel conventions by now.
Reality, being the stubborn jerk that it is, refused to cooperate with Tipper's husband.
Arctic ice dips and bobs like it's on a budget seesaw--it never quite disappears.
Sea levels creep up a modest few millimeters each year, and at this rate, your great-great-grandkids might need taller beach chairs.
Snow still falls on Kilimanjaro, while cities keep building condos on the water like it's prime real estate.
No mass evacuations, no sirens, just... life.
Deadlines came and went quieter than a mime convention. There wasn't a press conference with Gore saying, "Oops! My bad; turns out the models were a little more enthusiastic than I thought." Just new deadlines, fresh urgency, yet using the same PowerPoint.