Here’s Florida Congressman Alan Grayson, probably the most obnoxious member of that august body (if you don’t count Barney Frank), barging into a meeting of the Orange County Republicans executive committee yesterday and — this being “Die Quickly” Grayson — hilarity immediately ensued:
But wait! There’s more!
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This is the man whose official biography on his House website includes a heartbreaking, and heartwarming, Dickensian tale of his young life in the Bronx. Try to control your tears as you read this triumph of the human spirit:
There is right, and there is wrong. We in Central Florida have sent someone to Washington who fights for what’s right.
Our Congressman, Alan Grayson, grew up in the tenements in the Bronx. It was a hard life. He had to be a fighter to survive.
His parents were teachers. They made great sacrifices, to make sure that Alan received the best education.
Alan was a sick child. His mother took him to the hospital four times a week, for treatment. Without health coverage, he would not be alive today. He remembers that.
Alan rode the subway to school each day, and he worked hard. He was the valedictorian of his junior high school. By passing a test, he was admitted to an exclusive public high school. In high school, he achieved the highest test score among almost 50,000 students who took the test. Harvard College saw something in him, and admitted him.
The nation surely owes a debt of gratitude to Harvard College, and to the voters in Florida’s Eighth Congressional District, for giving us this guy. Note the smirk on Chris Matthews’s face as he introduces his hero:
Meanwhile, where is the MSM on this? Were Grayson a Republican, they would have elevated him to the status of a national punching bag — the sneering face of the joke this Congress has become. Instead, like Frank, they give him a pass because he’s wacky and lovable and, well… one of them.
Yeah, we’re talking about this guy, all class, and with a heart as big as the great outdoors:
CXkqCjlnOmY&featureYou can take the boy out of the Bronx, but you can’t take the Bronx out of the boy.