With Donald Trump in legal quagmire and Ron DeSantis flailing, the GOP’s scrubs see opportunity. Only Mike Pompeo has figured out that he has no constituency. The rest — Nikki Haley, Tim Scott, maybe Rick Perry — have donned track shoes for the presidential primary race.
Come next Tuesday they’ll all have to move over. It’s being widely reported (no pun intended) that former New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie will announce he’s running — not literally, of course. Yes, this is the same guy who left office with a 15% approval rating and, apparently, a craving for rejection.
He shouldn’t take it personally — I doubt America is ready to be run by consecutive University of Delaware graduates, or wants to see a re-enactment of the William Howard Taft bathtub incident. Even Christie must know he won’t find many supporters against a guy who’s much like a leaner, meaner version of Christie himself. But if Trump for some reason can’t run, maybe MAGA nation will be ready for Trump Lite — not literally, of course.
Yes, I’m aware that Chris Christie wasn’t the kind of fat man Lowell George was singing about (“fat man in the bathtub” is a slang term for the clitoris). The song appeared on the 1973 LP “Dixie Chicken” and usually was a concert opener thereafter. As always with Little Feat it sounds better live, even in the abridged form they delivered on a 1975 episode of “The Old Grey Whistle Test.”
