Making Bad Look Good
We all know that in the political world a lot effort goes in to making bad news look good. The following has been sent my way of couple of times, and I can’t guarantee it’s true, but in any case this spin is a masterpiece! Read on…
Judy Wallman, a professional genealogy researcher in southern California, was doing some personal work on her own family tree. She discovered that Harry (senator (D) from Nevada ) Reid's great-great uncle, Remus Reid, was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Montana in 1889. Both Judy and Harry Reid share this common ancestor.
The only known photograph of Remus shows him standing on the gallows in Montana territory. On the back of the picture Judy obtained during her research is this inscription: 'Remus Reid, horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885, escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889.'
So Judy recently e-mailed Senator Harry Reid for information about their mutual great-great uncle. Believe it or not, Harry Reid's staff sent back the following biographical sketch for her genealogy research: 'Remus Reid was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory . His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Montana railroad. Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to government service, finally taking leave to resume his dealings with the railroad. In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889, Remus passed away during an important civic function held in his honor when the platform upon which he was standing collapsed.'
How’s that for a spin?
It’s those little insignificant things that happen every day that make life so wonderful.
~François de la Rochefoucauld
Joke of the Day
Mr. Goldfarb couldn't resist temptation. He got into a dice game one night. As everyone watched, the loser turned into a winner. His luck kept holding, and he was up by three thousand dollars. He decided to make one last bet—and lost everything.
The shock was so great he had a heart attack and dropped dead. The other men around the table had to figure out how to tell Mrs. Goldfarb the news.
One of them went to tell Mrs. Goldfarb. He knocked on the door and said, "Mrs. Goldfarb, your husband was shooting dice with me and my friends tonight."
"That bum!" she said. "I told him never to gamble!"
"Well, he did—and he won three thousand dollars."
"My goodness!"
"Then he bet it all on the next roll of the dice and he lost."
"What? He lost all the money?"
"That's right!"
"That bum! He should drop dead!"
"He did."
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