By all accounts, the piecemeal Republican Party and ratings-driven media were stunned by Chris Christie's endorsement of Donald Trump. But I'm here to ask what does it matter when one loser steps into the ring to support another loser?
Still, when a phenomenon unfolds to elect the leader of the free world it is quite natural in swampy. unnatural conditions to inquire about motives and as the servant of Grumpy readers, I will dare to inquire on Oscar weekend
Christie descended into the muck and mire of Trump's x-rated bid to be exceptional because...
(1) unlike Ohio's John Kasich, the New Jersey governor's father was a spirited Ocean City surfer triumphantly riding the surging waves and not a sidewalk-bound mailman.
(2) unlike Ted Cruz, his father washed dishes instead of building kitchens in five-star hotels to provide sub-minimum-wage jobs for Democrats.
(3) Trump promised to erect a new hermetically sealed Atlantic City boardwalk protected with a 50- foot wall from rising climate-changed ocean levels and require Delaware to pay for it.
(4) the bombastic billionaire would rename the historic elephant hotel in Margate City from Lucy to Christie and provide it with slot machines that can survive any rising coastal water.
(4) Trump would give Christie a major share in the traffic cone industry that equipped him with instant iPhone control over blocking the road to the George Washington Bridge.
(5 or...as Lindsey Graham so despairingly put it, Christie is simply as" batshit crazy"' as what's left of the Republican Party of Lincoln.
Way to go Chris! I must wonder whether you are really trying to assure yourself of making the cut in the back-page footnotes of this year's sloppy mud-deep march to the sea.
But Christie, now the philosopher, may have been cryptically describing himself when he said of Rubio: "Desperate people do desperate things."