One great – or terrible – thing about being a blogger is that very often, sometime between the moment you say to yourself, “I gotta blog about that this week” and the moment you find time to login to your site, someone else beat you to it.
It’s bad because it’s always fun to be first to chime in, but it’s great because the story doesn’t get missed – and sometimes someone says something just as well, or better, than you could have said it yourself.
So, on the subject(s) of Harry Reid, Sig Rogich, Reid’s withdrawn support of the maglev train to L.A., and Reid’s sudden enthusiasm for the DesertXpress train between Vegas and Victorville (wot?!), here’s The Gleaner, and here’s Steve Sebelius, and here’s Sherm Frederick at the LVRJ. (None of them are overly long, so don’t be afraid to click thru. One or two minutes each, max.)
I think between the three of them they managed to say what I would have said anyway, what I didn’t think of, and what I probably wouldn’t have said. At least not out loud.
Update: Mark Hemingway penned a piece – “Harry Reid Euthanizes Pet Project” – at National Review Online. Chuck Muth was interviewed, and I think explains things quite well. And Hemingway rightly speculates that maglev train or no, Reid’s poll numbers render him extremely vulnerable.
No one who understands political entrenchment and the fact that Big Business, Big Labor, and Big Government are all BFFs (that’s “Best Friends Forever” in text language, for all you old-uns) should be surprised that some wealthy Nevada Republican businessmen are supporting Reid in 2010. Rogich and others are voting in their own self-interest on the issues that matter to them most.
But all the Republican endorsements in the world are not going to keep the Little People from taking down Big Harry. In fact, based on the backlash against “RINO”s that just happened in Clark County Republican Party, and the general digust of voters in both parties with Harry’s whoring ways, I’d say those kinds of endorsements will only fuel the fire of already outraged voters.
Burn, baby, burn!
