Judy Wallman, a professional genealogy researcher in southern California, was doing some personal work on her own family tree. She discovered that Harry Reid's ( US Senator for Nevada ) 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.

Harry Reid  

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 Congressman Harry Reid for information about their 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.'


NOW THAT's how it's done, Folks!
That's real POLITICAL SPIN.

Old Cowboy
         
         Ya think you have lived to be 71 and know who you are...then along
 comes someone and blows it all to the dickens........
                
                
                
                An old cowboy sat down at the Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee.
                As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him.
                
                She turned to the cowboy and asked, 'Are you a real cowboy?'
                
                He replied, 'Well, I've spent my whole life breaking colts, working
 cows, going to rodeos, fixing

 fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring
 calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my
 dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy.'
                
                She said, 'I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women.
 As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I
 think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women I even think about
 women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women.'
                
                The two sat sipping in silence.
                
                A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old
 cowboy and asked, 'Are you a real cowboy?'
                
                He replied, 'I always thought I was, but I just found out that I'm a
 lesbian.'