Is your tent big enough for my vote? Rakish, slightly used 79-year-old Senator seeks new political party for fun, games, and an uncontested primary.
I’m known as Snarlin’ Arlen, but I’ll be your sweet little kitten of a 60th vote for at least 29 seconds of filibuster-breaking joy (unless they actually seat that 60th guy). I won’t support you, share your opinions, or respect you the morning after a roll call. None of that. I’m only getting into party-swapping to get back at that old windbag of a party that I used to be with because it threatened to cheat on me with a younger, more ideologically pure man. But never mind my wrinkles, my Iraq war vote, my stance on health care, or my 43 years with that other party. I’ll be your man forever (if you primary me, I'm going back to my old party). Just don’t ask me to vote with you. Or agree with you. Or help you move your agenda forward. If you’re my party, I’ll be your man. But not your vote. Must live in Pennsylvania.
Who would get in bed with this guy?
… oh yeah.
If you like this one, Harry, this is your blog!