The Race Was Over When the Fat Guv (No Lady) Sang

Robert L. RosebrockOP-ED

As the Presidential race was whirling toward its final days, Gov. Romney was experiencing a strong momentum in his favor.

At the same time, Hurricane Sandy was whirling along the East Coast with strong momentum to do a little campaigning of its own. The results were devastating.

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People were killed. Families lost their homes and other possessions, including cars. No gasoline for motorists. Electricity was lost. Darkness was upon the face of the deep.

Restaurants and bakeries were closed while thousands of fish swam freely in the invading waters that flooded the communities.

Fear not. His holy eminence, Barack Hussein Obama, soon would arrive out of the skies to save the people who worshipped him.

With the great messiah's mere presence, the raging storm backed off, returning to the great Atlantic.

Shore Enough

On Jersey shores, hungry worshippers stood waiting for the messiah to stop at a bakery and grab a couple loaves of bread, reach into the waters and snatch five fish – the way he snatches flies out of the air – and humbly feed tens of thousands.

But he didn't do a thing for his worshippers.

He didn't even walk on water.

Instead, he grabbed his greatest worshipper in size and loyalty, New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie, and together they walked arm-in-arm through the flooded streets. All the while, the governor joyfully heaped personalized praise upon the messiah for his leadership. He ranked the President as “outstanding,” “incredibly supportive,” and “deserves great credit.”

Just as the opera is not over until the fat lady sings, the Presidential race was not over until the fat man sang.

Yesterday, the lights went out on America.

The rest of the messiah's worshippers soon will be homeless, hungry and without gasoline, thanks to an ungrateful keynote speaker at the Republican Convention who did not once, for an entire 16 minutes, praise the leadership of Gov. Romney for President.

Goodbye Gov. Christie.

Don't forget to turn off your flashlight when you leave power-starved office.


Mr. Rosebrock, a Veteran, may be contacted at RRosebrock1@aol.com