The commie-rat traitor Chris Dodd would love Bolton, if Bolton just gave a few Dodd-like french kisses to his hero Fidel Castro.
Well, that isn't going to happen.
As you observe who are his enemies, Bolton stands tall.
And let us not forget the commie-symp Chrissie [Dontcha love my quivering dewlaps?] Dodd, rolling around on the floor of a DC restaurant [La Brasserie-1985] in a passionate embrace with his other hero, Fat Teddy the Chappaquiddick Scuba Driver. Of course the media version is that the two lovebirds were separated by their waitress, but considering the source and the participants, that has to be a fig leaf.