Jonathan Alter tweets that his sources say Gov. Chris Christie might run for president, after all. However, there is also news that New Jersey just got its credit rating downgraded by Fitch from AA to AA-. At this point I doubt that will matter to the GOP establishment.
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Rick Perry, we hardly knew ye…
Now, it’s Krispy Kreme Christie to the rescue!
I’m not sure America’s ready for a fat f*ck, Tony Soprano sound-alike telling them that they need to tighten their belts.
We should all tell him, “OK, you first!”
I’m waiting for Maureen Down, who specializes in feminizing Democrats, to write a column about how the Republicans look like HS girls, desperately trying to find a better date for the Senior Prom, not wanting the nerd or psychopaths that are willing to go with them.
If the American people weren’t so stupid, ignorant, and gullible, this Republican search for a candidate would be fun!
Epic FAIL at your current position = perfectly qualified to run for president in the eyes of the GOP.
As I recall, Christie misappropriate NJ helicopter use to go to soccer games– this would not play well in the general election! It’s been the downfall of a number of candidates in the past.
But a HUGE, HUGE fail was turning away a billion dollar tunnel to NYC project that was needed by commuters and would have provided tons of construction jobs. This can only be regarded as stupid and utterly inexcusable in this economy and this would be the END of him the first time it came up in any debate.
Yeah, Christie goofed big time, playing to his rabid, ignorant base.
That wasn’t “The Bridge to Nowhere” that he decided against taking Federal money for, it was a much needed NYC-NJ train tunnel, which would do a lot to alleviate car traffic into and out of the city.
BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
If the Obama people are smart, they’ll put up huge signs at every tunnel and bridge on both sides of the Hudson River, reminding people that their traffic delays are thanks to the thoughtlessness of NJ’s new Governor. Lord knows, they’ll have plenty of time to read them.
Years ago I did the NJ to Manhattan commute. The least awful way was to drive to a nearby train station (arriving early to be sure there was parking available), taking a train from Hackensack to Hoboken, then the PATH train to the World Trade Center, then walking through the lower level of the north tower to the Chambers Street subway station, and from there I’d take an N or R train to Spring Street, and then walk to my job on Broadway near Prince. That took about an hour and a half, give or take. And that was the EASY way.
I could walk to a bus stop near my apartment, but the buses usually took just as long, And then from Port Authority I had to get to the N or R trains, which is a nasty slog through tunnels and up and down stairs (it’s actually quicker to exit the subway system and walk through Times Square, but then you have to pay again to get back into the system), and then take the train to Spring Street. And coming back on the bus in the evening could be a nightmare. Some days you might have to wait standing on line at the Port Authority bus terminal for an hour or more to get on a bus.
I never attempted to drive to work in those days. I’m not that crazy.
While we’re on the subject of one fat-foof waste of Oxygen, here’s an even bigger one – Rush describing a new Oreo, with both chocolate and vanilla, as an “Or-bam-eo,” a biracial cookie:
http://gawker.com/5831957/rush-limbaughs-got-the-perfect-name-for-this-new-biracial-oreo
You can always depend on Rush to keep things crassy.
I meant classy.
No, I didn’t.
Rush is a disease.
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Whether from Upstate, NY, LI, or NJ, if a person drives a car into Manhattan to work, it’s either because they have a ton of money and can afford to wait around, burn gas, pay tolls, and then park in a garage, or it’s indicative that they probably just don’t have enough aggravation in their lives.
My best friend lent me her car when she went on her honeymoon. I took it into Manhattan on a Sunday night to go for dinner and drinks with a few friends, and then drove back to Queens.
HA! Try finding a parking space in Queens on a Sunday night!
Well, I finally found one, after over an hour, that was about 25 blocks away, and 4 avenues, and had to walk back to my apartment. It was like the Bataan Death March, if the prisoners had been all liquored up.
When I woke up, tired, foot-sore, and worse for the wear, I couldn’t remember where I’d parked their car. I remembered that the space I found was on 81st something or other, between the Grand Central Parkway and LaGuardia. It took me almost 2 hours to walk around and find it, since Queens has a street ## followed by either, Street, Road, Place, Circle, Drive, even Crescent, and I couldn’t remember on which of those I’d parked the damned car. That morning was my “Trail of Tears,” if the Cherokee and Choctaw were all hung-over, and forced to march to another state where they’d left their ponies.
When they returned, I gave them their keys back, and told them if they ever even thought of lending me their car again, I was going to ditch it in the bay.
Yeah, none of my Brooklyn-dwelling children ever bothered to get a driver’s license, and I can’t say I blame them.
Apparently this practice of elevating those who dunnit can only be stopped at your friendly neighborhood polling place. Until then the practice will continue unabated. It’s not just the GOP. Obama could use some diversity he’s never had before on his economic team. The worse thing about it is not that idiots are being run up the flagpole for further consideration. The problem is deeper than that…it’s that we cannot admit what took our economy down. There’s little hope until the denial comes to a screeching halt.
I’m growing weary of saying to myself “Well, if it gets a little bit worse then maybe average joes and independents will start to get it.” We have the GOP wanting to exploit further economic failure and progressives hoping that, if it must happen, it will wake people up. Sadly, that seems like two camps rooting for the same thing only for different reasons.