Kennedy huffed and puffed and reduced himself to wheezing when he couldn't blow Alito's house down. So he grabbed some straws in the martini cloakroom and resorted to the worst kind of smear imaginable over Alito's "troubling" affiliation with that horrid -- HORRID! -- Princeton alumni club. Mr. Kennedy brought Alito's wife to tears.
You're a big man, Teddy, in more ways than one. How was that swim?
But I digress, drowned for a moment by the fat opportunity to fire a cheap shot at the Senate's most prolific (if not profligate) make-a-woman-cry cheap shooter.
My other tagline is...
I'll give it to the fat turd from MA- he DOES know how to hurt women, and it seems to be a widespread kennedy thing.