Hamlet is reading the Star-Ledger this
morning, commenting to his bud, Horatio, on the picture of Governor
Christie at his news conference:
"Alas, Poor Chris, I knew him well...a
fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy of his own
omnipotence. And now, look at him, how abhorred he is.
“Where be your jibes now, Chris, Your
outrages, your flashes of temper that were wont to set the audience
on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite
chap-fallen?”
"Tell me, Lord Mayor of Fortress Lee:
Dost thou think Chris will look to this fashion in the polls? And
Smelt so? Pah.”
Horatio: “Just so, my Lord”.
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