What’s the worst thing about Harry Reid?

It’s the creepiness. The amazing, almost other-worldly, an-itch-you-can’t-seem-to-find-much-less-scratch, creepiness.

Sure, he’s a dunce. Sure, he comes off like a racist as often as not. Definitely he’s ethically challenged. But nobody in American politics gives off the wannabe child molester vibe like Reid does.

If you think I’m trashing Reid for fun…well, let’s just say that’s not all I’ve got. I’ve got this…

“I’m going to be very honest with you — Chris Coons, everybody knows him in the Democratic caucus. He’s my pet. He’s my favorite candidate,” Reid said.

“Let me tell you about him: A graduate of Yale Divinity School. Yale Law School. A two-time national debate champion. He represents two-thirds of the state now, in an elected capacity. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen him or heard him speak, but he is a dynamic speaker. I don’t mean loud or long; he’s a communicator. So that’s how I feel about Delaware. I’ve always thought Chris Coons is going to win. I told him that and I tried to get him to run. I’m glad he’s running. I just think the world of him. He’s my pet.”

OK, if Coons doesn’t immediately come out and tell Reid to get his creepy paws off the merchandise then something is wrong with him, too.

Is Harry trying to pull the gay vote in Nevada? Does he need a puppy? Is he running a harem of bald-headed lefties somewhere in northwest D.C.? Does he believe Chris Coons is an actual raccoon?

I couldn’t say.

But I’ve never seen anybody call a political candidate their pet. Even Kirstin Gillibrand never had that happen to her.

And that’s pretty damn creepy.