A Halloween tale of terror (with a twist ending!) for Chris Christie, but really for the entire state of New Jersey:
It was a dark and stormy November night. An icy wind whistled through leafless moonlit trees....
Horror films, like this year's governor's race, are a chilling reminder that we are vulnerable n our own homes, that trusting strangers can be very dangerous, even those strangers who appear to be the perfect father or husband-to-be.
In the end, the election promises to be a nail biter and, like any good film, has a plot twist. The "law and order" candidate who was supposed to save the state from economic ruin and charge forcefully to victory is recast as the menacing villain. As he trudges across what many believed to be his opponent's political grave, a hand reaches up through the dirt, and grabs his ankle. Whether that hand is Daggett's or Corzine's or Obama's, we don't know.
But, at the end of the movie, a bruised but still breathing Corzine walks the State House halls for four more years....
Terrifying, right? Can you imagine if New Jersey wakes up next Wednesday to learn that Corzine has "earned" four more years in Trenton? What will the media say, that the voters "rewarded" him for a job well done? That we can expect things to change over the next four years? That this is the beginning of a bright and beautiful future for the Garden State?
No, I think New Jerseyans will have that same knot of stomach-clenching horror as the audience of the slasher-pic feels when they realize that the nightmare is not over, the monster is still loose, nothing has changed, and even more evil is bearing down on them, which they themselves have unleashed and are now powerless to stop...
Oh, and that twist ending? The above tale of terror was written by none other than Carla Katz - a New Jersey union bigwig, and, oh yeah - Jon Corzine's ex-girlfriend....
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Because fear is baaaaaad, And hope is nice. Hope doesn't mean results, it means......hope!
apologies to wedding goers....
Hope is patient, Hope is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered (unless you object to govt health care), it keeps no record of wrongs (unless you work for Fox). Hope does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth (and the truth is whatever hope says it is). It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Hope never fails (see the part about not agreeing with health care). But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I became an Obot, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I started paying taxes, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these two remain: death and taxes.
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