Ain’t Nothin’ Like a Dame

By MAUREEN DOWD, NYT

WASHINGTON — The halo of smoke clears momentarily to reveal America’s newest sensitive man: John Boehner.

The man known as Capitol Hill’s Dean Martin, surrounded by his Cap Pack, is having a late-night clam bake at Trattoria Alberto.

Boehner’s usual haunt on the Hill, Pete’s Diner, has become nowheresville since immigration protesters have been self-importing there to stalk the speaker.

“Buddy boys,” Boehner says, exhaling a Camel Ultra Light, “we’ve got to do something about our trouble with broads. The way I figure it, it’s the four of us cats against this one city.”

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