Gov. Christie's latest nastygram – he called the local media self-consumed children – reminds me of what the stubbornly if not quixotically hopeful Republican recently told his press maestro Michael Drewniak. (I used the telepathic mind channel I blogged about the other day to livestream audio and video of their private chat).
"It's morning again in New Jersey, like it will be in America very soon! But these New Jersey 'reporters' insist on writing about broken pension promises, sluggish job creation, structural budget deficits, Bridgegate, and Atlantic City falling into the ocean,which is a lie," the governor thundered. "I flew over New Jersey in a private jet on my way to a diplomatic mission abroad, and there was AC, plain as day."
Christie, who was attired in a new, bright orange dinner jacket, paused. "Isn't my outfit fabulous?"
"Indeed it is," Drewniak nodded. "But do continue. I could listen to you talk about yourself in that jacket all day. I mean, every day!"
"Jerry Jones gave me this jacket," Christie said, resuming his soliloquy. "Jerry Jones is my friend, the sort of friend who has every right to give me gifts, such as dinner jackets, in exchange for absolutely nothing more than an awkward man-hug.
"My friend Jerry is so unlike those ungrateful New Jersey 'news' hounds, who never give me anything. And to whom I, from now on, will give nothing except 'town halls' and the occasional YouTube moment."
"Pretty much what we've been giving them all along!" Drewniak said.
The governor paused, and regarded his press maestro closely.
"Didn't you used to be one of those newspaper types yourself?"
"I was indeed…until you lifted me up from that gutter, Your Excellency."
"This isn't NJ-101.5's 'Ask the Governor' show," Christie bellowed.
"Sire will do just fine."
--KEVIN RIORDAN