We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Gore is the worst sort of human being there is. If he had any idea of what he is, he would at least have the saving grace of setting the sort of example from which people could learn to avoid the tricks of evil.
But no. There's nothing to study; any real information is lost behind the startling impression of a grinning money-monkey, caught smirking and helpless in a whirlpool cesspit slop wave of fascist thrill, enraged and contemptuous in the flop-sweat knowing that once upon a time not so long ago you owned but discarded a whole nuther way to be, a way that could never be like now, when ordinary folks turn disgusted and embarrassed away from the sight of your face.
(great sentence from the link, the years-old essay by Crispin Sartwell)
Paradoxically, however, the fact that he will not or cannot reveal himself in public is precisely his most authentic revelation of himself. As he speaks from concealment he is nothinging or nihilating: his self is the self that creates or clears the absence that he presents, and the presentation from which he is absent.