As readers of Room 8 are aware, in 2002, “Progressive” (guess it depends on your definition of progress) Democrat Steve Harrison gave more contributions to reactionary Republican Marty “where the fuck’s my gun?” Golden than he’s ever given to any candidate, himself included, before or since.

As a result of the treachery of “Joe Bruno Democrats” in facilitating Golden’s victory, and other atrocities, Joe Bruno has been sucking the lifeblood out of Governor Spitzer’s efforts to reform the Albany Bi-Partisan Iron Triangle, leaving change for the better in New York Government in the zombie-like state of the un-dead. As a result, Bruno remains the real Governor of what I call the “Vampire State.” And Marty Golden remains Count Drac of Transylbayridge. And in Golden’s 2002 victory over a Democratic incumbent, Steve Harrison served as Golden’s own personal Igor. "

What hump?” you ask.

It was Harrison!

So, today I was having a beer or twelve with one of Golden’s hired guns (apparently this was one he didn't lose), who told me how in 2002, Steve Harrison wasn’t merely giving all the money he was asked for, he was also coming on along, singing “Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, I’m Illiberal.” Harrison didn’t merely write checks, he was an everyday volunteer.

Query: did Steve stand in front of Catholic Churches with the other Golden volunteers the Sunday before the election handing out the lit bragging about being against abortion and gay marriage, while supporting school prayer?

All lot of good it did Harrison (although he suffered less harm than the State of New York). According to the Golden consultant, Harrison spent all of 2002 working for Golden, and then came to the Golden boy for an endorsement in the special election to fill Golden's Council vacancy. Golden said no, and Harrison threw, and I quote, "a hissy fit".

That, my friends, is the real story of Harrison's break with conservatism. Not about "principles", but all about "the principal".

Steve Harrison lied down with the dogs of the rabid right and the morning after, they wouldn't even give him car fare home! Now he’s calling the Republicans rapists because they inserted their tips without leaving him one.

Talk about hating yourself in the morning. Maybe Steve should call Mike Nifong.

The day after losing the Council race, Harrison proceeded straight to a back alley and had his conservatism extracted with a coat hanger, and has since become a born again virgin. Most people acquire social diseases from such tawdry encounters, but in Harrison’s case, he seems to have gotten cured from one.

Now you know the rest of the story.

Can you get to that?