A Convenient Interlude Of Lucidity

NOT from this "man":

Every time I see Harry Reid, much less am accursed enough to have to listen to his Grandpa Simpsonesque rap, I horrifyingly marvel anew at how it can possibly be that this pencil-necked dumbass can possibly be the Majority Leader of the United States Senate.  You could even say that he makes me sick.

And, momentarily, I'm not alone:

By Thursday afternoon, the video clip had close to 400,000 hits on YouTube. Like an American Idol reject who has no idea he can’t sing, Senator Reid serves up speechification that crashes and burns in spectacular fashion. Doesn’t the Democratic Party have its own Simon Cowell, someone with enough common sense to cut off the Slipup from Searchlight before he finds all new ways to embarrass his home state?

Funny thing about coal and oil. Before they began transforming Americans’ everyday lives by providing electricity and transport that didn’t require a horse, average citizens trudged though life with mouths half-full of teeth, fortunate to live past age forty. Far from making us sick, they’ve powered advances that have extended the country’s collective life expectancy to about eighty, helped eliminate hard-core poverty and made us the wealthiest nation in the history of the planet.

Today, coal still provides half the country’s electricity — power that allows Las Vegas air conditioners to run twenty-four hours per day during the soul-searing heat of July, power that lets partygoers enjoy the city’s luxuries at all times. And how did they — and the foodstuffs they ate for breakfast — get to this otherwise uninhabitable tourist outpost? They drove or flew here on a tank of fossil fuel.

This is from Dirty Harry's adopted hometown newspaper, gentlebeings.  The same Las Vegas Review-Journal that will be endorsing his scrawny ass yet again a couple of years from now as he seeks an additional six years to extend the left-wing blight that began in 2006 and was locked in for a generation by Obamastrophe that is even now looming like the Grim Reaper over the American body politic.

And he'll get 'em, too.  Because, as we all will be required to know, better a "slip up from Searchlight" than the remotest chance of another "shining city on a hill."