Racist Monster Carl Paladino Almost Punches New York Reporter in the Face
Carl Paladino is not getting along with the newspapermen and women who comprise America's distinguished Press Corps. Why is this? Did these humorless reporters not enjoy the pictures of Barack Obama eating fried chicken-flavored watermelon, the ones Paladino forwarded to them, Subject: "LOL! I'm RACIST"? Apparently not, and to make matters worse, Paladino almost beat up a reporter just the other day, because he is tired of all these leeches following him around and asking him questions (he'll answer your questions after he's governor). And like all important World Events, this scuffle has been preserved for posterity on a crappy cellphone video camera.
According to a cellphone video of the encounter posted online by Capital Tonight, a statewide political program that runs on the YNN network, the reporter, Fredric U. Dicker, confronted Mr. Paladino aggressively about his criticism of Mr. Cuomo.
Mr. Paladino responded in kind, cursing at the reporter and accusing Post photographers of harassing his family.
“You send another goon to my daughter’s house and I’ll take you out, buddy,” Mr. Paladino said, according to the video.
The argument grew so heated that aides to Mr. Paladino moved in between the two men and escorted Mr. Paladino to a nearby restroom.
To be fair, this Fredric U. Dicker fellow was definitely getting all up in Paladino's racist grill. And also, taking photographs of young, illegitimate children is not really in "good taste," according to EmilyPost.com, which is a real website with excellent etiquette tips. But that's enough fairness for one day: Carl Paladino is a violent monster. [ Capital Tonight / The Caucus ]
Someone needs to administer the same kind of cockslap to Paladino as the Helipecker got.
Some years ago I took my wife to San Francisco's Black & White Ball. Held every two years, very ritzy, formal - black tie for men, etc.
Out of the approximately 1,200 men attending, I was the only one that year wearing spats. Several gentlemen jealously asked me where I got them.
I was, of course, quite happy to tell them: "My wife gave them to me."