“Honey? I’m home!”

No answer.

“Honey? It’s me”.

No answer.

“Joan? Honey?”

The front door closed noiselessly behind Arlen and he dropped his keys on the Louis XIV side table which had stood in the echoing, marble floored hallway for so many years.

“Honey? Oh there you are –hi! Sorry I’m so late; some important committee business – you know how it is”.

No answer. Joan was sitting there in her pink housecoat, arms and legs folded, one pink slippered foot twitching up and down, like the flicking tail of an irritated cat. Arlen knew this wasn’t a good sign.

“So – how was your day?” he enquired breezily.

No answer – then Joan slowly, slowly rotated her head and fixed Arlen with a basilisk stare that made the weedy Pennsylvanian step back a pace.

“Your dinner’s on the table” she hissed. “It was ready four hours ago”.

“Oh that’s okay” placated a nervous Arlen. “I’m so starved I’ll eat it cold. Say, why are you, um, staring at me like that?”

“Because I want to see what a total jerk looks like – you total jerk”.

“Huh?”

“Don’t you ‘huh’ me, Arlen Specter! You jerk! You moron! You complete imbecile – what the hell were you thinking?”

“Er, thinking about what?”

“Thinking about when you switched over! Did you really think Harry Reid was going to just say ‘Welcome to the team, you two faced traitor and let you hop on board and everything would just carry on like before? Did you? Huh? Answer me!”

“Well…”

“SHUT UP! Did you even think about your seniority – did you ever even think about ME?”

“About you?”

“Yes, about me! Your wife! The one who put up with you and all your crap for years and years, the one who stood by your side and smiled and waved through all those rallies and photo ops and rubber chicken dinners until you finally got what you wanted and then who watched you throw it all down the toilet and now I have to go to the Ladies Club and get looked down her nose at by Elizabeth Edwards –of all people – because, guess what, my husband is even more of a jerk than hers is!”

“I’m sorry, honey. Harry promised me…”

“Harry promises a lot of things! You made a promise to me too, Arlen – or maybe you forgot all about that? Huh? Did you?”

“Um…of course…not” lied Arlen.

“You promised I was going to be the wife of a senior Committee Chairman some day – a big shot! Not some bargain basement freshman who’s only job is to empty the wastepaper baskets!”

“That’s not true – sometimes Harry let’s me be in charge of the coffee and donuts too”.

“Donuts – this isn’t about donuts! This is about you being a big jerk and me being Mrs Big Jerk and you sleeping downstairs tonight and every night until you stop being such a big, dumb goddam jerk!”

Arlen glanced at the sofa.

“Not there – you don’t even deserve the sofa. And not there either – that’s the dog’s bed”.

“But where am I supposed to sleep?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care. Why don’t you ask your good pal Harry Reid if you sleep on his floor? – you big jerk”.

Do you think Specter has learned anything from this?

I guess he will be in the Senate until they cart his carcass out on a stretcher. Well at least he won’t be a Dem pretending to be a Republican anymore – that embarrassment factor is gone – now if we could just get Snow and Collins gone too.

Hey skinbag? See if you can be the Senior “Towel Boy” in the Mens Room!

A Democrat lied! The Leading Democrat misled someone!

What’s the world coming to?!?!

(heavy sarcasm, obviously)

Still laughing…”

Really made my day! In what seems a unending parade of bad news piled upon more bad news, this is something that really made me laugh and smile. Must say something about Karma too.