I too am fed up. But, unlike Chris Christie, I know when to stop shoveling food into my puss. Yes, I am pissed at Chris Christie. The Chris Christie tantrum today over the refusal of Congress to shell out more of our taxpayer funds to the clowns in Jersey and New York who chose of their own freewill to live in flood prone areas is disgusting:
Look, I choose to live on the coast in Florida. It is a risk I take. I do not expect the rest of America to back up my risky play. That is absurd and fiscally irresponsible.
But here we have the Fat Blowhard of Jersey begging for Federal dollars.
I will be happy to listen to the New Jersey Governor’s lectures on fiscal discipline when he demonstrates the simple of discipline of getting his eating under control. He is disgustingly fat. Yes, a pig. And he is fat by choice. He prefers to chow down on pasta and whole wheat bread, rather than turn to healthier choices.
Let’s face it. Chris Christie is a walking metaphor of what Federal and State governments have become–grossly overfed, grossly overweight and totally lacking in self-discipline.
Think I am too harsh?