Sandy's Wrath, Strange Bedfellows
It was a moment that was difficult not to savor. There was the Republican governor of New Jersey; a man who only a week before had been denouncing the president as a progressive plague who would just-as-soon turn this grand and glorious land of ours over to a cabal of drunks, communists, beggars and thieves. And yet there he was, greeting that same president on the tarmac of a New Jersey airport, grateful that his beloved state would be receiving assistance in the aftermath of the devastation wrought by Hurricane Sandy, Irene's much-nastier cousin. It was something to behold. At that moment, politics went out the window and straight into the gutter for Chris Christie. A raising of the glass and a tip of the hat to the man.
There are political cynics (mostly on the extreme right) who are saying that Chis Cristie is now embracing Obama in order to ensure Romney's defeat, rendering the 2016 GOP nomination his for the taking. I don't think that this is the case - far from it. If anything the mostly moderate, sometimes progressive governor has sealed his fate as far as his dream of ever becoming the standard bearer of that disgusting party is concerned. He has - overnight - become the pariah of the GOP. In her column in this morning's New York Times, Gail Collins brilliantly summed up his fellow Republicans' attitude toward him. She referred to Governor Christie as, "He Who Must Not Be Named in New Jersey". That's pretty much says it all.
When Chris Christie stood up for the well being of the people of New Jersey, he effectively committed political suicide with respect to any aspirations he might have had for the presidency. In 2016 the nitwits who vote in Republican primaries (at least in the South and the Midwest) won't even give him a second look (or a first one for that matter). He has nailed shut his own political coffin. At least he can be assured that his reelection as governor is a done deal. As a non-apologizing, dyed-in-the-dog-fur LEFTY, I can only say that I won't be losing any sleep when that happens - none at all. I am perfectly capable of living with moderate Republicans. They're an incurably goofy lot but they mean well I think.
MEMO TO THE GOVERNOR:
Listen, Chris, you turned fifty in September. You've got to lose some weight, pal. I was a little shocked when I saw you standing next to the prez yesterday. It would be bad enough if you were twenty years younger - but you're at the half-century point, Buster! And let us not forget all of the stress that someone in your position can find themselves on the receiving end of. For your own health and well being, please go on a diet, okay? I'd miss you if you were gone. Seriously.
Just what these latest developments from the decimated east coast mean for Election Day is yet to be determined. Some of the pundits are predicting that this disaster is the photo-op/clincher that Barack Obama needed for victory but I'm not too sure of that. He and Romney still remain virtually neck-and-neck, and don't forget that the "party of Abraham Lincoln" is doing everything humanly possibly to suppress as many ballots as they can.
I do know this, though: those who love to wail and bitch about the evils of "big government" will be keeping their clueless mouths shut for the next couple of days - maybe even until Tuesday. Like last year in Hurricane Irene's aftermath, a lot of people will be thankful that the government which many Republicans want to "shrink until it's small enough to drown in a bathtub" is still large enough to deliver them from starvation and despair. A few days ago when Mitt Romney was asked fourteen times if he still planned on doing away with FEMA (as he said many times during the primaries) he refused to answer the question. Go ahead. Vote for Mitt; I dare you.
It's a fairly safe bet that my man Chris understands - better than he ever did before - that our goal should be, not the abolition of government, but its perfection. This is such a Civics 101/no-brainer that it's awkward for me to even have to point it out.
The morning after Election Day 2012, coincidentally, falls on the fiftieth anniversary of the death of Eleanor Roosevelt. She and her husband, Franklin, understood that the purpose of representation in Washington meant so much more than declaring war and passing bad laws. Their primary purpose should be the public good - not tax breaks for a class of people who already have more cash than they'll ever be able to spend in three lifetimes. This basic fact has been forgotten by too many; not just the politicians but the voters as well - particularly in the deep South. Wake up and smell the elephant shit.
So here's to Chris Christie. I guess I'll never have the opportunity of voting either for him or against him. He's never going to get the presidential nomination and I'm never going to live in New Jersey. That's not meant to give you the impression that it's such a horrible place to live. Mississippi it's not.
Someone should get a hold of Caroline Kennedy. Every year she gives out the annual Profile In Courage Award in honor of her dad's 1957 Pulitzer Prize-winning book of the same name. It is awarded to the politician who shows courage in the face of a strong political backlash. I nominate Governor Christie.
by A. Scott Berg
This is probably the best biography I have ever read. Charles Lindbergh was a brilliant, complex and, in many ways, troubled human being. In slightly over a decade "Lucky Lindy" went from national hero to political pariah. It's an amazing, riveting story.
Here's a link to the Gail Collins column from this morning's New York Times that was quoted above:
I'm just crazy 'bout that gal!
BREAKING NEWS, 4:14 PM: