Leaning On A Thin Reid

This evening found Robbo loitering about the U.S. Airways terminal at Reagan National, awaiting the return of the just-turned-ten-year-old from a weekend jaunt with her grandmother down in Flaridah.

As is usually the case these days, the terminal was inundated with the sight and sound of CNN. And this evening, in particular, CNN had reached saturation point with the story of Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid shooting off his mouth ill-advisedly about The One's skin tone and accent.

The coverage, almost needless to say, was spinning so hard in Reid's favor that it probably produced its own carbon footprint.

Now frankly, this in itself would not bother me in the least. And personally, I think calls for Reid to resign are, frankly, silly. However, what caused my toes to involuntarily curl and my b.p. to spike as I listened to Wolf Blitzer and his pals bloviate on Reid's upstanding innocence is the knowledge that, had it been someone from the other side of the aisle who had let fall such un-p.c. words, Wolf and all of his buddies would have been howling for said someone's scalp.

I mean, seriously. What sort of treatment do you think, say, Sarah Palin would get from the MSM for saying, "Barack Obama could get elected because he was a 'light-skinned' African American 'with no Negro dialect, unless he wanted to have one.'"

That's the thing that kills me.