#rsrh Harry Reid has a problem.

His problem is that passages like this:

Someone got up and announced that Sharron Angle would speak next, because she had a plane to catch. Angle is a small woman, a sixty-one-year-old grandmother with a broad, open face, a toothy smile, and red hair worn in a pageboy. She has a friendly manner and a firm handshake, along with a set of basic political skills that Harry Reid lacks. These include the ability to chat pleasantly for a minute or two and then tactfully extract herself, and to say what she stands for quickly, with real passion but usually without seeming odd or threatening.

…and this…

Although [Harry Reid] first ran for office at the age of twenty-eight and he is now seventy, he is still strikingly bad at the public part of his job. His voice is soft, with little resonance. When he’s talking to someone, he has a habit of looking down instead of into the person’s eyes. His gestures on a podium are awkward hand chops.

…and this:

Two years ago, Reid published an autobiography, “The Good Fight,” written with the assistance of Mark Warren, of Esquire. Like the autobiographies of Reid’s Republican colleague John McCain, it was meant to “humanize” (as they say in politics) a top-ranking official who had a reputation for being hard to love. But what shines through is Reid’s lack of the natural gregariousness and geniality that most people associate with the political personality.

…are showing up in what are supposed to be puff pieces about him.

As to the rest of the New Yorker piece: read it, if you like.  It’s mostly a mildly split-personality disorder of an article that can’t decide whether to whine about the fact that one of them is actually going to take away Harry Reid’s Senate seat, or else fumblingly try to describe the last four years without once bringing up the unfortunate truth that Reid, Obama, and the Democratic party in general has overwhelmingly fornicated the canine – but it’s kind of neat to watch a magazine squirm, and that’s certainly happening here.  It’s also neat to read a puff piece about a guy that not even the author likes – because, honestly: outside of family and close friends, nobody likes Harry Reid.

Nobody.

Moe Lane

PS: Sharron Angle for Senate.