I feel almost as much sympathy for Arlen as I do for fire ants when I pour gasoline on their mound...
I originally thought I felt a little sympathy for Senator Specter, but it turned out that it was just the sauerkraut I had for lunch.
Specter has a summer home on Long Beach Is., NJ. I live there and have seen him one of the local establishments.
I’m gonna make an extra special effort to look for him this summer. If I see him I’m gonna point at the doofus and laugh my head off—just before I call him an unAmerican traitor. I bet the sniveling little elitist snot trys to sic the cops on me.