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It’s not over till the fat man sings!

Wow, what a phrase.

Is Chrissie clearing his throat yet...

It's VERY funny to me on NJ local news this morning. You know, all virulently Democratic except for Fox, which is unwavering in it's plain old left-of-center views on Fox 5.

Seems like...

All TV has gone RESPECTFULLY QUIET around NY/NJ.

Even the royal new world order Dolan family's communist News12 Cablevision local NJ news channel simply flashes a "Bridgegate" breaking news headline, quietly says a few words, then moves on to their other local crime and NWO agenda propoganda.

Seems like...

All propogandists in NY/NJ HAVE BEEN BANKING ON CHRISTIE playing the part of Republican candidate in the 2016 Presidential Show and Sale.
Seems Mr. C gives the leftists a fat'n feisty target for public show (while of course being a fantastic team player for progressivism (read statism))

and he gives rightists a fat'n feisty character puppet that encourages their rank-and-file to shake their fist at the world and hearken back to the new world order-induced "glory days" of the American 20th century.

Clearly, both sides love the bombastic relief he provides even while staying right on script behind closed doors. Well, aside from being cantankerous behind closed doors, but hey, politicians are nothing if not notorious for, well, let's say personality quirks.

Apparently they were all counting on the dude to head the shallow '80's remix they had planned for 2016.

And lo and behold, seems like poor little Chrissy's behind-the-scenes hillarity about stickin' it to their political foes, complete with the "godfather" being dutifully left out of anything in writing, has actually inspired the top llieutenants to commit some acts that, well, appear like they might be illegal.

Hang on, you hanger's on. Don't be a rat. Don't go against the family. Certainly not the godfather.

A few years from now that glorious mythical ship of state will be a little fatboy standing in his proud little sunken dingy in a few feet of water, humming a little Bon Jovi, quietly mumbling something about some Sandy under his breath, his fat little arm a bit raised, in a wave to an imaginary crowd.

Hang on, bottle up your secrets to proudly hide from everyone. If you sing now, you'll be cut off from all that glory of being first mate on that dingy.

Sing, fat man, sing. While the great ship sinks. She was a good ship. A vision. Unsinkable. Alas ! Man the lifeboats ! Sing fat man !