Finally something truly cheering on Facebook, Harry Reid's Facebook page. Comments are full, too full they expand so hidden treasures in there tucked away easily overlooked. A cheerful read indeed. Opening and clicking, amusing pictures, heartening links all the way down, delightful uplifting commentary to all Harry's entries.
The most extraordinary case of profound deafness I've ever seen. Harry Reid's posts followed by comments are two entirely separate conversations. Harry against everybody. He presumes to lead.
So he showed up at the Sheraton last week for the National Action Network’s convention to offer a rhetorical bear hug to that cat with 43 lives, the Rev. Al Sharpton. The mayor spoke of the ever-more diminutive and nattily tailored reverend in tones so reverent that reporters craned their necks to see if the reincarnated Martin Luther King Jr. had taken a seat on the dais.
“We have all seen leaders come and go,” the mayor said. “When we find someone that actually stays the course, and in fact becomes better, stronger, clearer at the work with every passing year, that’s a blessing.”
A blessing: That’s one way of describing Mr. Sharpton.
As it happens, The Smoking Gun website and William Bastone last week suggested a few more descriptives for the city’s pre-eminent shape-shifter. Like: F.B.I. snitch, friend to at least two prominent cocaine dealers, and a man on a first-name basis with a striking number of made men from various and many Mafia families. A Genovese here, a Gambino there, Baldy, Fritzy, Vinny the Chin, the reverend was nothing if not ecumenical. (read more)