Chris Christie has definitely gone from being a straight governor to presidential-candidate-curious. He’s probably not going to run, but when he spoke at the Reagan Presidential Library last night, he was a little more coy than usual.
Let me first express my surprise that people are actually allowed to speak inside the St. Ronaldus Magnus library — I would have thought that reverential whispers, accompanied by the occasional “shush” of a nervous mother, would be the only human vocalization heard in that sacred chamber.
That said, this kind of desperation is really begging for the full Palin:
Don’t even say anything tonight, go home and think about it. Do it for my daughter, do it for our grandchildren, do it for our sons, please sir: we need you. Your country needs you as president.
What’s next? Are these people going to stand on the lawn at Drumthwacket holding up a ghetto blaster playing a Peter Gabriel song?
A Christie candidacy, Christie shaking his man boobs and staring slyly into the camera — hell, even the mere mention of the alliterative syllables of his name — are all good news for Democrats. It all highlights the weakness of Perry and Romney, was well as Republicans’ disgust with their repugnant choices. To Christie, I say: dance, motherfucker, dance.