Can it be ? Has the guru of global warming, the Bozo of ozone and pooh-bah of the probably-not- so-endangered polar bear, gone completely off his bleeping rocker?

I’m talking about Al Gore, the former vice president who, after losing the White House, reinvented himself as a minor deity — a Gulfstream-riding, energy-slurping champion of Planet Earth.

But now, murmurs from warming doubters and Goreaholics alike are reaching a crescendo:

Is Al Gore out of his gourd?

It brings me small joy and great hilarity to report that symptoms of Gore’s encroaching lunacy are piling up faster than a stack of earth-killing disposable diapers. In New York early this month, Gore hectored promiscuous gals to use “fertility management” (abortion?) and stop having kids, saving us all from atmosphere-dissolving burps, or something.

Then, he told like-minded crackpot Keith Olbermann that America needs a movement, modeled after the unfortunately bloody “Arab Spring” in Tahrir Square — er, he said, “the nonviolent part of it” — to fight, you guessed it, global warming!

Finally, in Aspen, Gore went on a psychedelic bender.

For doubting the holy gospel of earthly cooking — which Gore can’t be helping with his partiality to private planes — he issued a blistering, potty-mouthed tirade against warming deniers, saving a few curses for assorted corporate scum.

“They pay pseudo-scientists to pretend to be scientists to put out the message, ‘This climate thing, it’s nonsense. Manmade CO2 doesn’t trap heat. It may be volcanoes.’ Bulls- – -t!”

Say what?

” ‘It may be volcanoes.’ Bulls- – -t!”

” ‘It may be sun spots.’ Bulls- – -t!”

” ‘It’s not getting warmer.’ “All together now — Bulls- – -t!”

He wasn’t done cussing or beating up on unnamed corporations who once kept Americans addicted to cigarettes, but now keep us addicted to, I don’t know, minivans or Lean Cuisine.

“They have polluted the s- – -t. There’s no longer a shared reality on an issue like climate, even though the very existence of our civilization is threatened. People have no idea! It’s no longer acceptable in mixed company, meaning bipartisan company, to use the goddamn word ‘climate.’ ”

The performance had even Gore’s faithful followers in Hollywood wondering if he’d lost his meds.

Things have been slow in messiah-ville since Gore took home an Oscar for the 2006 science-fiction documentary “An Inconvenient Truth,” which turned Gore into George Clooney, minus the looks. In the last two weeks, a couple of developments have thrown refrigerated water in his face.

It came out last month that scientist Charles Monnett, who drove sane folks to their checkbooks by declaring that melting ice caps had killed a bunch of cuddly polar bears, was being investigated for possible scientific misconduct by the federal agency for which he works. Apparently, it’s related to his dead-polar-bear article. (The population of fuzzy friends has actually quintupled since 1950.)

Couple that with NASA’s revelation that the Earth is letting more heat escape the planet than alarmists previously thought, blowing a hole in warming hysteria. Toss it all together, and you’ve got one nutty Gore.

Gore has long lived by the hypocrite’s mantra: “Do what I demand, not what I do.” After his Tennessee mansion was revealed to drink up to 20 times the energy of an average house, Gore added solar panels. Last year, ahead of his split with wife Tipper, Gore bought a massive spread in fabulous Montecito, Calif., near Oprah Winfrey and Michael Douglas.

Gore, who’s fathered four kids, was adamant that women save the planet by tying their tubes, or worse. “To put out less of this pollution, to stabilize the population.” Who was he talking to?

As columnist Michael Walsh pointed out, Gore’s comments weren’t directed at Americans, whose population is flat, or Europeans and Japanese, whose shrinking populations eventually won’t be able to pay for social programs.

Gore’s eugenics kick, evidently, is aimed at reducing the number of folks in the Third World. But saying so would be — oh, no! — politically incorrect.

Admit it, Al. It’s time for a new crusade.

‘O’ stands for Oprah, Oscar – and overreach

I haven’t seen such shock and horror over the Oscars since Angelina smooched her brother.

Oprah Winfrey (right) is getting a prestigious, honorary Oscar at the Nov. 12 Governors Awards, the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award — which usually goes to someone who does charity work and makes movies. Oprah’s made a killing in TV, but has been in just two films. An LA Times critic called the Oscar-O move “boneheaded.” Others have been mean.

Is this a ratings ploy? Or a quarter-century payback after Oprah was denied a statuette for her performance in “The Color Purple?” Or is it guilt over a lack of African-American nominees? It seems a desperate move by an industry whose movies, as DreamWorks animation chief Jeffrey Katzenberg so eloquently put it, “suck.”

Disgracing their badges

He was acquitted of rape. But disgraced ex-cop Kenneth Moreno deserved what he got — he was slapped by a rock-star judge this week with a year in jail for three misdemeanor official-misconduct convictions.

As he gave a stunned Moreno, 43, the year, Judge Gregory Carro told the city, especially its women, that the evil punk abused his badge in a quest to “spoon,” naked, with a very drunken lady. Moreno’s accused lookout man, idiot ex-cop Franklin Mata, 28, yesterday got 60 days for misconduct. The two men will stay out of jail while awaiting appeals.

I can’t stress this enough: These lowlifes have nothing in common with the many fine men and women of the NYPD. Don’t forget it. The judge won’t.

TEEN TERROR’S ‘GOOSE’ COOKED

At 18 years old and standing a puny 5-foot-1, José Alfredo Perez Hernandez allegedly eluded cops for months and held residents of the Upper East Side in terror. The suspected pint-sized pervert was arrested at home in Queens and charged with a series of sexual gropes that left women terrified to walk in the street.

His uncle says they’ve got the wrong guy! Still, cops say Hernandez quit his job as a dishwasher at an East Side cafe after a surveillance photo of his face was released. In this economy, take your pick — thrills or food?

What a sick idea

Creepy. Sketches by Michael Jackson and a signed portrait of the late singer will decorate the walls of . . . Children’s Hospital in Los Angeles, donated by his kids. Jackson was acquitted of child-molestation in 2005, then died four years later via knockout drug Propofol.

Jackson’s sister La Toya said the pics will bring “joy” to sick kids. I can’t think of any place Michael would rather hang.