Tuesday, December 31, 2024

The Irrelevance Of New Years Eve And Day

We've never really been great fans of New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. But for a long time we couldn't figure out why. 
Now, we finally get it: They're downright innocuous. 
Here then, in no particular order are the Ten Big Reason why the New Year's "holiday" is dumb, dumb, dumb: 
1) There is absolutely no significant historical meaning to the day. 
2) How many bowl games can you watch, anyway? 
3) The day celebrates not the beginning of anything but rather the end -- the end of the joyous holiday season. 
4) The Tournament of Roses Parade and other New Year's spectacles are all pretty much the same year-after-year, except for the Mummers parade which we do honestly enjoy and thank goodness for that! 
5) You know it's true: Nobody keeps New Year's resolutions. 
6) Celebrating the passing of time is like celebrating the inexorable march to your own death. 
7) After Christmas, no other holiday on the immediate horizon can compete. 
8) By January 1 you're completely stuffed and don't even wanna look at food. You're facing the grueling regimen of a diet. 
9) All you have to look forward to are the two bleakest months of the year: January and February (and March ain't much better). 
10) It'll take you weeks to get used to writing or typing 2025 and you may still be thinking 2024 even in April. The bottom line: New Year's Day is just another day on the calendar.

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Some Of The Best Words Spoken All Year . . .




 

Scott Jennings Gives Us Plenty To Think About

Monday, December 30, 2024

Please, Don't Tell Me About Jimmy Carter!

Don't tell me about Jimmy Carter. I lived through Jimmy Carter. It wasn't fun. It wasn't pretty. It wasn't easy It was hell!

Yeah, I voted for Carter. And it was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made. I was angry at Ford for pardoning Nixon and angry at Nixon for being the crook he said he wasn't. The toothy, seemingly amicable Carter promised a fresh start. An outsider who vowed to clean house, he also said he would never lie to us. 

But the man simply was ill-equipped for the job and he started messing things up almost from Day One. He was a hopeless (and often imperious) micro manager who even reportedly kept a careful log of who used the White House tennis court and when. And woe to you if you were caught availing yourself of such amenities without his express permission. In the White House he maintained a palace guard of bumpkins who managed to quickly alienate all the people they should have been cultivating. 

We were in the middle of a severe energy crisis under Carter and drivers faced long lines at gas stations, sometimes stretching for miles. Some stations posted flags to indicate if they had gas, and drivers would go to stations early or late to avoid lines. Later, you could only buy gas on odd or even numbered calendar days based on the final digit of your license plate. I waited in those lines hoping the station would not run out of gas before I got to the pump. It was maddening.

At home, as we tried to keep warm in the winter, Carter told us not to raise the thermostat above 65 degrees. He wore a cardigan sweater and told us to do the same. He looked and acted like the president from Sears. 

In the summer, don''t lower the temperature below 78 degrees, he declared. In other words, freeze in the winer and swelter in the summer. Nobody knew if it really saved any significant amount of energy and it robbed us of any sense of self-sufficiency and made our nation look weak and hopelessly dependent on others. It was dumb.

During the Carter years I was a young husband and father starting a career and building a family. I wanted to move into a  bigger home in a nicer community but I was thwarted by high interest rates and a dreadful economy. Interest rates were 15 percent making it nearly impossible to borrow money and the economy was in a state of what they called stagflation which meant that we had stagnant growth coupled with runaway inflation. It was unprecedented -- and disastrous!

Of course, Jimmy Carter gave away the Panama Canal -- certainly one of the engineering wonders of the world, which we had built and continued to maintain. He simply brokered it away and termed it a "diplomatic triumph." Instead, like much of Carter's foreign policy, it was a flat out surrender and it still rankles to this day -- so much so that President Trump is seeking to regain our control of the passageway. 

Yes, under Carter, around the world, American prestige fell to new lows. Not only were we disrespected, but this era saw the advent of radical Islam, its seizure of Iran and its march toward domination in the middle east and beyond. Carter allowed all this to happen as Islamic fundamentalists gained  control of the American embassy in Tehran and took more that 50 American hostage. Carter launched an attempted rescue of the hostages which failed miserably and resulted in the death of eight American servicemen.  The Iranians held the American diplomats hostage for 444 days. We were humiliated throughout the world.

And lets not forget Russia's brazen invasion of Afghanistan. The Carter administration’s vitality was sapped, and the Soviet Union took advantage of America’s weakness to win strategic advantage for itself. So, Soviet-supported Marxist rebels made strong gains in EthiopiaAngola, and Mozambique. And then, the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan. Carter's response? He asked us to light candles in our windows and announced that the United States would boycott the summer Olympic Games in Moscow, depriving our athletes of the right to compete because he had screwed things up. 

As crises mounted, to say the least, people were not amused. So, what did Carter do? He decided to make a big, nationally-televised address. This was in the days when there were only three big national TV networks and the president could command attention, live, on virtually every media outlet. The whole nation watched in anticipation, hoping that Carter would come up with some new policy, some new path forward, finally a breakthrough leading us out of the mess we were in.

Instead, like a self-righteous preacher, Carter blamed all our problems on -- wait for it -- on the American people: us us! He said we were suffering a “crisis in confidence” which struck “at the very heart and soul and spirit of our national will” and that we had allowed ourselves to be overwhelmed by some type of malaise, apparently of our own doing. He decried our "materialism" and as he bashed what he saw as the excesses of our consumer society, people wondered what the hell he was talking about. 

We were looking for leadership. Instead, Carter delivered a Sunday school guilt trip laced with well-worn bromides. 

On election day 1980 Carter was roundly (and justifiably!) defeated at the polls. He won only 49 electoral votes to Ronald Reagan's 489 and carried only six states and the District of Columbia. Significantly, he also became the first president since Herbert Hoover in 1932 to be thrown out of office by the voters after just one term. This was unquestionably a humiliating defeat for Carter when you consider that even the dreaded Hoover (who was blamed for the Great Depression) garnered more electoral votes than Carter.

Carter was a weak leader who gave us a failed presidency and it took us years to undo the damage he had done. In his aftermath, Republicans held the presidency for three successive terms, the longest stretch for one party since Franklin D. Roosevelt.

As the years passed and as Carter spent his time devoting himself to humanitarian causes, it became fashionable to extol this vanquished leader and applaud him as a modest, self-effacing, generous individual and model citizen. The liberal media relentlessly fueled this narrative and fed a sort of revisionist history about Carter. 

Many of the people commenting on Carter's presidency today don't know what the hell they're talking about. They weren't around for the Carter years. They didn't live through Carter. I did!

They say, and believe that Carter has been redeemed. Not quite. Consider that among 44 presidents ranked by historians in 2021, Carter comes in amidst the bottom half along with such other notables as Chester Arthur, Millard Filmore, Franklin Pierce and, yes, Herbert Hoover. In my mind, that's where Carter should remain. That's his proper historic neighborhood.

Carter did do one good thing, however. In 1980, he made me a Republican. God bless America!

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Billionaires Who Should Get Out Of The Way




 

NYC Guardian Angels Are Back On Subways

It's Really Never Been More Clear . . .


 

Here's How Trump Produces All Those Posts

Fascinating video!

Friday, December 27, 2024

EXCLUSIVE! 25 People To Watch In 2025

Here's the list you've been waiting for. In no particular order, here we go:

Barron Trump - Though it seems his mother has (justifiably) shielded him, Big Barron's moment is arriving and our bet is we'll soon be hearing from him. Highly anticipated!


John Fetterman - Some people say he's about to switch parties. We say, don't bet on it. But keep an eye on this "sloppy Joe" opportunist who seems to crave constant attention.


Timotheé Chalamet - This talented young actor could snag an Oscar for his portrayal of Bob Dylan in the new flick A Complete Unknown. He reportedly spent five years prepping for the role. Eminently watchable!


Menendez Brothers - They seem to be headed for freedom just as NJ's former Senator Menendez (no relation) seems to be headed to jail. Will the brudders move into the public arena or will they simply opt for as private a life as they could attain? TBC.


JD Vance - One of the most exciting vice presidential picks ever. Smart, savvy and sexy, he brings Trumpism into a whole new genre. He's already the odds-on favorite for the GOP presidential nomination in '28.


Darren Chriss - This former Glee TV heartthrob is now starring in Broadway's biggest new musical hit, Maybe Happy Ending. Playing a bot, he could wind up with the Tony award. Ain't that timely!


Jack Ciattarelli - Will the third time be the charm for "smiling Jack" whose sole aspiration is the governorship of New Jersey? We say, yes IF (and this is a big IF) he gets tough and hits hard on issues that resonate with the new GOP base. 


Kai Trump - Have you hear of Generation Z? You haven't? The Trump's are already on it and she seems to be the key to it. Keep an eye on this talented granddaughter! (pictured above)


Tulci Gabbard - This maverick former congresswoman is Trump's pick to head the CIA. It seems like a wild card choice but the president-elect's picks are decidedly outside the box and isn't that what America voted for?


Candace Owens - The Washington Post calls her "the new face of Black conservatism." She's sassy and endlessly quotable and, agree with her or not (something that's likely to change in a millisecond) she's always fascinating to follow.


Susie Wiles - Seemingly the opposite of Candace Owens, she worked her way up in the background and out of public view. Now she will be Trump's Chief of Staff -- arguably the most powerful woman in Washington. And a walk on the high wire, to be sure!


Karoline Leavitt - When she succeeds Karine Jean-Pierre (aka Pepé LePew), Leavitt will be the youngest presidential press secretary ever. It's a tough job but it's not like she has a hard act to follow. Voila!


Pete Hegseth - Yes, we think he's ready for the job and yes, we think he'll be confirmed as Secretary of Defense and yes, we think he'll do a great job. Go, Pete!


Saquon Barkley - The full name is Saquon Rasul Quevis Barkley and he's the Philadelphia Eagles' newest sensation. It's pronounced SAY kwon.The name is of Swahili origin and is said to mean "warrior." No doubt about it, he's fun to watch but that does not necessarily mean the Eagles will win the Super Bowl.


Scott Presler - The best thing to happen to the Republican Party since . . . since . . . well, there's never been anyone quite like him so there's no one to compare him to. He's a veritable force of nature and thank God he's ours. See ya in Joizee, friend!


Cherelle Parker - She's one year into her job as Mayor of Philadelphia. She seems to be  hitting all the right notes but the melody hasn't quite yet jelled. And, let's face it, that won't happen until people fee safe again. Big year ahead for the mayor.


Nigel Forage - Oh, isn't he a wonderful tonic for Jolly 'Ole England and hasn't he turned politics upside down in the UK with his new political party, and wouldn't he make a great Prime Minister? 


Bill Belichick - How about this guy jumping from an illustrious career in the pros into collegiate football and at a school not known for its prowess on the gridiron? He could single handedly redefine college sports. Keep an eye on him!


John Fry - He helped to remake the University of Pennsylvania. He totally transformed Drexel University. Now, he's the new President of Temple University. The other two were a piece of cake compared to what he's facing now. Good luck with that, fella!


Scott Jennings - Right now he's pretty much the only reason to watch CNN but, ohh what a reason! So quick on the uptake he take's your breath away! 


Jeff VanDrew - This Jersey Shore congressman seems to be everywhere and on top of every issue that touches the Garden State. He battled those offshore wind turbines and won and now he's hot on the trail of those high-flying drones. He's positively airborne!


Bo Loudon - They call him "Trump's Young Gun" and it also helps that he's one of Barron's best friends. This 18 year old Mar-a-Largo member knows how to reach young men in the online spaces where they gather and his strategic role is said to be his calling card. Wow! (pictured, right)


Elise Stefanik - This fearless congresswoman and fierce defender of the State of Israel singularly (and rightfully) took down the presidents of Harvard and Penn. Now she's set to be America's ambassador to that den of iniquity misnamed the United Nations. More smackdowns to come, we hope!


Chris Stigall and Rich Zeoli - These two Philly conservative radio talkers (who can be heard on competing staions) are both headed for the Big Time with Stigall taking his show national on the Salem Radio Network and Zeoli showing up as a frequent guest on Fox News and other nationwide outlets. Bravo!


Riley Gaines - The undisputed champion in the fight for the integrity of women's sports (not transwomen but WOMEN) will discover there's no rest from this battle, even with Trump as president, because her enemies remain ferocious. Fight on, Riley!


And here's just one more:

Mike Testa - This New Jersey state senator is the Total Package and seems perennially destined for bigger and better things. Now, he's said to be a prime candidate for the job of US Attorney for New Jersey. We can't imagine a better choice!


Thursday, December 26, 2024

An Economy Engulfed By Gov't Regulation!




 

When American Food Goes Anglo; Oh, My!

Medua Bias? Here's The Documented Proof!

 

A Sort Of EU For America And Canada?

Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Through The Years, The Rich Patina Of Christmas . . .

 


As the years go by, Christmas memories take on a sort of black and white patina -- or so it seems.
Anyway, it's once again Christmas, a joyous time of the year.
And I see dead people.

They are all around me and they are here to celebrate Christmas with me.

I turn on the TV and Jimmy Stewart is racing down Main Street in Bedford Falls hoping to escape the confines of a small town but knowing that he never will.
And Alastair Sim, the quintessential Scrooge, is grimacing in the classic black-and-white version of everyone's favorite Christmas tale.
And in living color I still see Judy Garland and Bing Crosby and Perry Como and Dinah Shore and Andy Williams singing Christmas songs. Judy's still full of pathos as she tenderly sings Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.
Jack Benny is here too and so is Lucy in a tender episode that ends with five Santas where there should be only one. One of the Santas just may be . . . could it really be?
And when I turn on the radio. I hear Christmas carols by Luciano Pavarotti and Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra and Mahalia Jackson and Mario Lanza.
On You Tube I watch President Reagan deliver a Christmas message from the White House. The President is warm and reassuring and he speaks confidently of faith in God and our Judeo-Christian heritage. Wow, maybe we're about to get leader like that once again, right now! Maybe.

Anyway, my mind tumbles back to the gritty, industrial city that I grew up in -- a riverfront city that didn't realize back then that its glory days were already behind it. It's a bleak, damp, gray December day but I'm warm and secure in the confines of my father's old Plymouth as we rush from place to place through narrow city streets marked by row houses and the occasional corner store.

We don't speak very much but I'm so happy to be with him. He's making lots of stops, picking up small treats and gifts from a variety of friends and businesspeople for whom he may have done odd jobs during the year. Whatever he manages to gather will help to make our Christmas a bit happier.

Even in the run up to Christmas, he's a tough negotiator. He barters with merchants and grocers. as he tries to select just the right provisions for our Christmas feast.
He maneuvers through and around streets, neighborhoods and landmarks with the swiftness of a true native.
His energy fills the room wherever he goes. He's not a big guy but he makes a huge impact. And I know that as long as I'm by his side, no harm can come to me.

On Christmas eve aunts, uncles, cousins and neighbors come and go as the all-night feast of the fishes drifts into the wee hours of Christmas day. The front door remains unlocked and all are welcome.
On Christmas morning the uncles begin their ritual home visitations, gathering more participants as they move from house to house. Demonstrative, boisterous and well-lubricated, they pass out silver dollars to the children. These will be accepted as treasured tokens and saved in a safe place.

Through it all I see my mother, full of wry wit, optimism and just the right perspective on the whole panoply. She's got a sharp eye and she's a great mimic as she jokes about people, places and personalities.
If you press her, she may even remember some of the people from her own earlier Christmases but she'd rather dwell in the present. She's very much about her own family, right here, right now.
Of course, now I understand why she took that approach.

As you get older, this is what happens.
Christmas isn't totally joyous. It isn't always candy canes and sugar plums.

Now, I'm the only one left from my immediate family of origin. My parents, my sister and my brother-in-law are all gone.

So many Christmas memories; so many Christmases past.
But Christmas in your heart means Christmas not just with your present-day family but also with those who have passed on, as loved ones never leave you since love is eternal.
So, while Christmas glows mightily in the eyes of your children and grandchildren, Christmas is also bittersweet.

Not to worry, though.
The memories are good. And the sights, sounds and glad tidings live within me.
Plus, at this time of year all of these people seem to come alive once again -- alive in a very special way. They are with me. They are part of me. And I treasure them even more as these memories are shared with present and newly arriving family members.

And I suppose that's one of the lessons of Christmas: Let all the people and the events and the memories of the Christmases past deepen and enrich your understanding of this wonderful holiday. Savor it all.
Bring them along with you. Let them walk by your side. Be strengthened by their presence and pass on what you know, who you are, how you feel, what you have learned.

And be proud, strong and tender -- especially for the children who watch you more closely now than at any other time of the year.
In that way, you'll keep the true spirit of Christmas.

This Christmas story has appeared (with slight modifications) every year since 2009 on the Dan Cirucci Blog as our gift to you. Merry Christmas!

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

A Very Happy Chrismukkah, Everybody!




 

Christmas Tidings From The President And Mrs Trump

Secrets Of The Italian Seven Fishes Feast!

 

Tonight's the night -- the Night of the Seven Fishes! Yes, the Italian Feast of the Seven Fishes is traditionally served on Christmas Eve. In fact, the idea of the seven fishes has now become sort of legendary.

And so strong is this tradition, that I can honestly say that in my lifetime (and we're talking many decades) I've never spent a Christmas Eve without a variety of fish dishes spread before me. Never! 

This is a hallowed custom that is passed from one generation to another. Where and how did it start? I've heard all kinds of stories trying to explain it, yet I'm not sure anyone really knows definitively. But I do think it's rooted in the Italian-American immigrant experience. It's something that Italian-Americans kept and expanded upon over the years. And, as they prospered, it came to be more elaborate.To begin with you must have at least seven fish selections on the table.

Why seven?

Well, seven is a very important number. It stands for the seven sacraments of the Catholic Church and the seven days of creation. In Biblical numerology, seven is a number of perfection.

And fish is the featured dish because Italians have customarily abstained from eating meat on Christmas Eve. In fact, I do believe that for a long time the Catholic church prohibited the eating of meat the day before Christmas, This is the Christmas vigil. For my part, I still observe the "no meat on Christmas Eve" rule. I now do it in memory of my father who strictly followed this rule.

There is no set menu for this feast.
But here are some of the fishes that are traditionally used: calamari (squid); scungilli [skuhn-JEE-lee] (conch); baccala [bah-kah-LAH] (dry, salt cod); shrimp; clams (usually served with pasta); mussels, snapper, trout, tuna or salmon. I remember my father cleaning and preparing the various fishes (especially the baccala, calamari, smelts and scungilli for hours.
We have adapted this menu over the years and updated it somewhat.

So, our annual feast usually includes calamari, baccala, shrimp, crab, tuna, smelts and salmon. The cod and shrimp are served in both cold and fried (or sautéed) varieties. Shrimp is served as a shrimp cocktail and as shrimp scampi. Crab is served as both breaded and fried crab balls and fresh, cold crab claws. The baccala is served fried and in a salad. The calamari is served baked and stuffed. The tuna is served with spaghetti in a red sauce. The smelts are fried and the salmon is broiled. In addition to all of this, it is customary to serve fried cauliflower and Italian bitter greens, commonly known as e verdes. 

Our feast is usually preceded by cocktails (that's where the cold shrimp and crab come in) with much chatter and anticipation.

The Feast of the Seven Fishes takes up the entire evening -- usually beginning with the preliminaries at around 5 or 6 PM and often continuing into the wee hours of the morning. The bountiful array of food remains on the table for everyone to enjoy. Any guests who happen to arrive are also welcome to partake.

When he was alive, my father always prepared the bulk of the meal. He was an outstanding cook and accomplished "foodie" before there was such a term. His recipes were all in his head and the dishes were passed down from his mother and her family. My mother, however, always insisted on preparing the crab balls. That was her special forté. My father loved a household full of relatives, friends and neighbors enjoying his culinary creations all night long. The busier and the louder it got, the more he liked it.

After my father passed on, my sister and brother-in-law took over the tradition and kept much of it intact while adding a few updates including shrimp scampi, cold crab claws, salmon and shrimp cocktail. Now that they are gone, the meal has largely become the domain of my niece and nephew along with their family and friends. Thank goodness, they are insistent on continuing this grand tradition -- something that goes all the way back to my grandparents and probably even beyond that. We're talking about 100 years here, folks!

Desserts are not a mainstay of the feast. In fact, they are more of an afterthought. But, as more American elements have been introduced over the years, they have taken on their own prominence.
So, desserts now include an assortment of rich cakes, pies and cookies as well as cannoli and espresso.
Our feast is somewhat more casual than it was in years past but fine china, linens and glassware are still used on the table and when I say "casual" I mean business casual. So, this is definitely not a night for jeans or sweat suits or any kind of lounge or athletic gear. It's a night to look your best and add some glittery baubles to the jingle bells.

And since it's Italian, it's an evening of high drama. All emotions (and generations) are at play. So, it's grand opera one minute, a Broadway musical the next and then lots of rap, in no particular order. At any given moment several family members are competing for attention. The whole thing can become raucous but there are also quiet and reflective moments as these dishes and this event evoke powerful memories that bring emotions to the surface. While it helps to have your wits about you as conversation ebbs and flows, there are also moments of pathos.

To survive the evening, you need to pace yourself.
It's fine (and expected) to eat more than you usually would -- even much more. But you must take your time. That's the Italian Way -- to savor every moment and engaging all your senses. 
It's best to taste a bit of everything, moving through the huge menu in a careful, measured manner. My favorites are the crab cakes, shrimp and tuna pasta. So, I have to be careful not to eat so much of those dishes lest I not have room for anything else. If you do not partake of a bit of everything you're liable to offend your host.

Like I said, for Italian families this ritual feast is sacrosanct and intense feeling abounds. Why? Because the meaning of the evening is all wrapped up with loved ones (including those who have passed on) and our most cherished values. Consequently, one must drink in moderation. In fact, if you feel an urge to lift your glass frequently make sure you're lifting a glass of water.
With all the fish on the table, you will need it.

BTW: For Italians, Christmas Day is not as much of a Big Deal as Christmas Eve. On Christmas Day lasagna and chicken cutlets are more than enough. That's what we call decompressing. 

Enjoy these photos from one of our recent feasts:

Icy old shrimp, usually part of the cocktail hour.

Crab balls -- large or small but firm and tempting.

The spaghetti with tuna in red sauce -- a longtime specialty!

The bitter Italian greens -- an acquired taste.

Salmon -- plenty for everybody!

Smelts, crab and fried cauliflower.

Cod and fried cauliflower.





Chocolates, miniature cupcakes, cookies, key lime pie and the tree. 

Monday, December 23, 2024

Splendid: A Rarely Heard Philly Christmas Song!

What We Hope They'll Find Under The Tree

For Whoopi Goldberg and The View:  A cancellation notice from ABC.

For Joe Biden: A lifetime supply of Depends.

For Elon Musk: MSNBC and/or CNN.

For Jill Biden: A copy of The Caregiver's Guidebook.

For Pete Hegseth: The US Department of Defense.

For John Fetterman: A fitting at Moroni Custom Clothing for a tailored suit, tie, etc. and sartorial lessons from Jay Wright. 

For all The Kelces: One year confinement to a cloistered monastery.

For Alejandro Mayorkas: Deportation to Cuba.

For Tucker Carlson: Fox News.

For Nancy Pelosi: An introductory seminar on Reverse Plastic Surgery.

For NJ Governor Phil Murphy: A gift certificate to get his teeth fixed.

For Mitch McConnell: A one-way Amtrak ticket back to Kentucky with a stop along the way in South Bend to drop off "Mayor Pete."

For Professor Allan Lichtman: A permanent sabbatical.

For all Philadelphia sports fans: A supply of valium.

For Pennsylvania Governor Josh Shapiro: A gift certificate to Chamaripa Shoes.

To Pope Francis: A copy of the original Catechism of the Catholic Church with an exam 24 hours later. Ace it or resign.

For Governor Ron DeSantis: Designation as a Cavaliere of the Italian Republic and the deed to Phil Murphy's Italian villa.

For Frank Lutz and Nate Silver: Each other.

For Martha Stewart: A complete pardon.

For the New Jersey Republican Party: Scott Presler. 

For Philadelphia Mayor Cherelle Parker: Copies of Buzz Bissinger's A Prayer For The City and Ed Rendell's A Nation of Wusses

For Jimmy Fallon, Stephen Colbert and Jimmy Kimmel: Johnny Carson's complete video archives.

For Dan Bongino: The US Secret Service.

For Lee Grenwood, Kelsey Grammer, Jon Voight and Sylvester Stallone: Kennedy Center Honors.

For Taylor Swift: Kid Rock.

For President Donald J. Trump: Our undying gratitude.

Merry Chrtsimas, everybody!

OMG! The Big Moment Is Almost Upon Us!


 

Trump Yesterday: Boundless Energy; Jubilant!

Sunday, December 22, 2024

In Which We Ask: What's Next For Chris Christie?

Whither Chris Christie?
Why did he take the course he's taken and, now that Donald Trump has won decisively, where does that leave him?
When people ask us these questions, the first thing we tell them is don't worry about Chris Christie. In fact, he would never want you to worry about him or look upon him as someone in need of solace. 
This man doesn't flinch. He always has his wits about him and, again and again, he's proved to be durable and tireless. Not only can he take the slings and arrows that have come his way but, win or lose, he's always gained strength from such assaults and invariably emerges stronger. 
Translation: never, ever count Chris Christie out.
For one thing, the guy doesn't need politics to survive. 
In fact, Christie's most recent financial disclosure statement showed that he racked in more than $4 million over a two year period from his law firm income, consulting fees, investments, corporate director positions, speaking engagements, royalties and his ABC TV News gigs. Yes, those TV commentator appearances alone generated $475,000. 
That's not exactly chump change and it reminds us that even if Christie had become a Trumspter this time around and landed a cabinet post, he actually would have had to absorb a massive salary cut.
Oh, we know -- Christie was once an avid (and indeed, passionate) Trump booster. You will recall that Chris Christie was one of the first to abandon his own 2016 presidential race and support Trump. 
And after Trump won the first time around Christie was originally in charge of Trump's 2016 transition team and was justifiably set to play a key roll in choosing Trump's cabinet. But then, apparently at the behest of Trump's son-in-law Jared Kushner (who blamed Christie for the prosecution and incarceration of his father when Christie was U.S. Attorney for New Jersey) Chris Christie was abruptly jettisoned from Team Trump. 
Still, relations between Trump and Christie remained cordial and cooperative (if not exactly chummy) until election night 2020 when Trump launched an election denial effort that culminated in the infamous January 6 march on the nation's Capitol. All this apparently did not sit well with Christie. 
Yes, Trump has been able to put aside differences and welcome previous foes back into the fold. And the same can be said for Christie as both men have proven to be practical politicians when push came to shove. But not now. Not this time. 
Still, no one knows what twists and turns the future may take and in politics, it's wise to never rule anything out.
One thing's for sure: whether or not fences with Trump are mended, Christie continues to have much to offer. He remains a national figure and he's hardly one to shun the spotlight much less take a sabbatical to lick his wounds. No way!
Indeed, Christie's now in many ways liberated, as his future does not depend on Trump or his coterie. What's more, at 62 Christie's still young compared to Trump and many of those in leadership roles in Washington right now. In fact, next to many in Congress, he's a virtual teenager! God willing, he's got many years ahead of him.
On a personal note, our warm memories of time spent with Chris Christie on the campaign trail here in New Jersey resonate with us at this time of year. He was always kind to us -- affable, caring and generous with his time. He was funny, human and fun to be with. So, this Christmas we wish Chris Christie and his family all the blessings of a bountiful, healthy and happy life with many triumphs yet to come. 
Buon Natale e felice anno nuovo!