In political journalism there exists the peculiar custom, whenever scandal! strikes, of inflating partisan hacks and hooligans to the august status of shrewd and savvy operators, so that, I suppose, their fall from paradise will appear blazingly ambitious and thus precipitously tragic. And so it has been with Dave Wildstein, Bridget Kelly, and Bill Stepien.
All that brilliance--or so many a story has related--squandered on pride and prejudice, if I may mix my two, English authorial metaphors.
And now for a third. "Silence the pianos and with muffled drum / Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come," for yesterday Auden's "Funeral Blues" for the Christie administration chimed to the goonish stupidity of one hack noting to the righteous opposition in an email "that communications about the [growing scandal] should not be conducted by email."
Damn, it's shocking that such a brilliant conspiracy could all be coming apart.
It's all coming together, too, in that the 2k of paginated pettiness released yesterday engulfed not only Chris Christie's already known hooligans, but the governor's communications director, Maria Comella; the governor's "handpicked" Port Authority chairman, David Samson; and the governor's top spokesman, Michael Drewniak.
We now await background stories on the sad genius and once-boundless political futures of Comella, Samson, and Drewniak--who are in reality just three more pedestrian goons.
As is their boss.