Harry Reid must by now be acquiring an epicurean appreciation for the flavor of footwear, considering how often he manages to wedge his wingtips firmly in that mealy mouth. If Harry ever gets athletes foot he'll have to get it treated by a dentist. Once again ol' Hotfoot Harry has taken careful aim and dropkicked himself square in the kisser with this gem, where he opines that he can't see how any Hispanic could be a Republican.
The delicious irony here (I know I overuse that term but the Dems just keep providing so many unignorable opportunities) is the fact that while Harry's harrumphing about Hispanic Republicans, his twirpy son, Rory, is getting his butt booted through the uprights by one of them, Brian Sandoval, in the Nevada gubernatorial race.
Hey, Harry, how do you say "heh, heh," in Spanish?
With no noticeable dialect of course...