Don't you hate it when a lie comes back to haunt you 20 years after the fact?
Man, I'd hate to be in the Rev. Al Sharpton's shoes this morning. A mess he helped stir up back in 1987, when he was more agent provocateur than "The O'Reilly Factor" media whore, has come back smellier than ever.
Getting caught in a lie is humiliating enough, but it has to be an unbelievable drag when you're held responsible for a whopper you've never technically told yourself.
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