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“I give you Harry Reid, Proud ‘McCarthyite,’ as CNN’s Dana Bash explicitly framed it,” Ed Morrissey writes:
REID: I don’t regret that at all. The Koch brothers — no one would help me. They were afraid the Koch brothers would go after them. So I did it on my own.
BASH: So no regrets about Mitt Romney, about the Koch Brothers. Some people have even called it McCarthyite.
REID: Well… [shrug] … they can call it whatever they want. Um … Romney didn’t win, did he?
As Ed responds, “Hey, so I smeared Romney. It worked, didn’t it?”
Despicable. The Senate will likely throw him a celebration on his way out; they should be censuring him instead, especially with that arrogant admission. Reid embodies the worst of American politics, and no amount of fluffery over the next two years will disperse the stench that should attach itself to his name as long as it’s remembered at all.
Reid’s admission is “The soul of the 21st century Democratic Party laid bare,” Glenn Reynolds adds at Instapundit. “This kind of thing is surprising only if you haven’t been paying attention. And it’s not as if Reid is an outlier here, except in terms of his honesty.”
And if you haven’t been paying attention, “The End of Tolerance And Enforced Morality” by Ben Domenech of the Federalist will quickly bring you up to speed, particularly in regards to how the new strain of liberal fascism, to coin a phrase, is working against the people of Indiana. Exit quote: “When I am weaker than you, I ask you for freedom because that is according to your principles; when I am stronger than you, I take away your freedom because that is according to my principles.”
Update: When I was prepping this post for the PJM homepage, I came across this AP file photo of Reid from the beginning of March. While the Democrat operatives with bylines at AP apparently can’t be bothered to investigate how Reid’s face was really rearranged, reading between the lines of their caption, it sounds like even they’re not buying his cover story:
Gotta watch out for those eye-injuring, face-bruising, jaw-swelling encounters with, err, violent exercise bands.