“I am not sure I know what it is.”

Harry Reid’s world revolves around him. I am reminded of the flunkies who surrounded Elvis Presley. The singer would get bombed out of his skull and start pointing to a painting and describe it as a great piece of art. Everyone around him would completely agree. Ten minutes later Presley might change his mind and say it was pure garbage Needless to add, his parasitical entourage would enthusiastically agree! Reid pays no cost for saying something dumb.