The Montclair Monarch And The Mess Ahead . . .

Welcome to 2026 everybody!

In less that 20 days, here in the Garden State the Montclair Monarch will take her place upon the throne that oversees the realm of dizzy density known as New Jersey. Don't laugh. The office that she assumes will make her the most powerful governor in America. 

How will she approach the job? What will she do? What will her priorities be? She ran such a vacuous campaign that nobody really knows -- least of all her. She's like the slick overreacher in the landmark film The Candidate, who after he wins his election, turns to his handlers and says: "What do we do now?"

What do they do?

Well, they could look across the Hudson for help, except they'd only encounter the gloating, grinning ghoul of Gotham known as Zohran. Even his name sounds menacing. And above him, there's the imperious Empire Empress, but she's too busy trying to hold onto her own patch of power to help anybody else. Ditto, the Pocket Potentate of Pennsylvania who rules under the dubious motto "faire de la merde." Nah, no help there.

Where to turn? Certainly not to New Jersey's two sob sister pseudo senators. They're like the envious semi-siblings who are still wondering how Cinderella made it to the ball.

And the election results show that most Garden Staters don't have a clue either. 

Which means the rest of us better start asking ourselves "What do WE do now?"