Harry Reid is back in the saddle and really feeling his oats.
Like Janus, the two-faced Roman god, Harry keeps one sturdy expression in his Nevadan closet, where he assembles it and then dissembles in front of conservative crowds, where he spins some fantastic stories about his earnest attempts to protect america and keep us on the right track.
Then returning to Washington, and just before the aircraft touches down, Harry dons his other, more recognizable, far-left liberal, the Harry that Hillary knows and loves, the Harry of the ‘gotta give the Mexican felons immediate citizenship package or no deal' fighting words, face.
Harry, given his penchant for a solid wheeze and a squint when he senses a good fight, is back on the hunt for big Republican game.
and with his heralded arrival, told of in story and photos in every liberal newspaper in city and town, broadcast on CNN and on MSNBC, and wept over by a choir of the saints in song, where suffering sopranos like Katie Couric and trembling tangential tenors like Chris Matthews hang on his every syllable, things are beginning to happen with a rapidity that frightens the toughest and befuddles the smallest of men and women.
Harry, in his wisdom, has now decided that the threat of the filibuster is to be mentioned and he's going to get some good background material to bolster his claims.
Dreams of the filibuster fill Harry's head, especially the special secret senate filibuster that requires no actual speaking, no long winded babbling epic poem from the lectern, just the coded message sent to Mr. Frist with the barely legible word--filibuster--scrawled on a piece of scrap paper appended with a jaunty HR, followed by an equally outlandish !.
This arcane message, today, is all that passes for a filibuster and Harry Reid knows the value of its threat and knows exactly when to pass a crumpled piece of torn envelope back with these fateful words, his elaborate initials, and the accompanying exclamation mark on a spindled page for its final delivery, sending the entire Republican side of the Senate into a tailspin and launching Mr Reid into stand-up comedy.
and last Tuesday, Harry Reid announced publicly that he was considering the use of this delicate option in the cases of two judicial nominees, whose offenses he judged to be so outrageous that no other path could be envisioned, especially now that he was rested and had settled his restive constituents with further tales of his moderate and conservative behavior.
Mr. Reid fears the dreadful repercussions that would befall our nation if Judge Terence Boyle and White House aide Brett Kavanaugh were appointed to circuit courts.
While many Democrats and the concerned privacy activist Chuck Schumer, as well as the noted Constitutional scholar and recidivist NSa baiter arlen Specter, are delving into Kavanaugh's involvement in the torture policies, the secret "wire tapping" program, which is neither now, and the Jack abramoff caper, Harry Reid, with all the sparkling resources at his command, is employing a murky San Francisco based web site, "Muckraker-Center for Investigative Reporting," with direct ties to Salon.com, as the foundation of his filibuster in the Boyle matter.
So, Mr Reid, in his preparations for the latest war, no not on terror, silly, on judicial appointments, a far greater menace to us all, is using clown posses assembled from San Francisco and Salon instead of his usual methods.
I wonder why Harry would hang his hat on the tortured meanderings from that highly respected Salon and their left coast web site and not the investigations of his own staff and the all too ready minions usually supplied in these bare knuckled brawls from the likes of Ted Kennedy and Pat "Leaky" Leahy?
Maybe because he just has to hit the print button and fold the sheet to an easily transportable size and insert it in his sock.
But Harry is soldiering on, an unfortunate metaphor in today's polite Democratic society, in his preparations on the next piece of scrap paper signaling a filibuster, while he bones up on the latest from Muckraker.
He's traveling with quite a posse.
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