The recent revelation of “Reverend” Al Sharpton’s involvement with the feds couldn’t come at a more embarrassing time.
The race baiter who was indicted on federal fraud charges and still owes $5.3 million in back taxes is about to convene the annual convention of his National Action Network in New York this week—with Mayor Bill de Blasio cutting the opening-ceremony ribbon Wednesday and President Obama flying in to give the keynote address Friday.
The big-mouthed bigot and fake preacher said Tuesday that he’s a hero—not a snitch—for wearing an FBI wire to help take down a bunch of mobsters. “I’m not a mobster, I’m a preacher,” he blustered.
“I was not and am not a rat because I wasn’t with the rats, I’m a cat. I chase rats,’’ the civil-rights activist declared of his work as a paid government informant in the 1980s.
Sharpton, who became a government witness after getting snared in a cocaine drug sting, claims he cooperated so he wouldn’t get whacked by the mob.
It is galling to think that this man now clamors to assume the mantle of hero when, in 2002, he “denied as 'ludicrous' any statement that he had become an FBI informant, but said that he had tapped his own phone to gather information on neighborhood drug dealers.”
The filthy gutter rat now insists that The Smoking Gun exposé which used photographs of him as a 305 lb. tub of shit are embarrassing.
“The only thing I was embarrassed by were those old fat pictures,’’ Sharpton quipped, referring to photos of his previously rotund size published with details of the sensational story Tuesday.
“Could y’all use tomorrow the new [ones], because a lot of my younger members don’t know how fat I was.”