It's six in the morning on Labour Day and Al Gore is addressing an overflowing crowd at a fire station in Tampa, Florida. He warms them up with a few firefighting anecdotes—it turns out that his uncle Everett was a fireman—before reverting to his usual catalogue of policies and promises. He will reduce prescription-drug prices for old folk (a forest of crutches is raised aloft in approval), raise the minimum wage by a dollar an hour (loud cheers), and provide tax credits for university education (even louder cheers). By the time the first rays of dawn can be seen on the horizon, he has promised something to almost everyone present (with the notable exception of the man holding a huge sign demanding the appointment of a special prosecutor), and the crowd marches off happily into the sunrise.
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