Sandy a better matchmaker than eHarmony now that Obama and Christie are a couple

Sandy obviously blew a lot of things where they had no business being.
The strangest of all has to be the coupling of Barack Obama and Chris Christie. It took a continent-sized hurricane to couple this unlikely pair while tossing sanity onto the shoals of insanity.
Obama and Christie toured what’s left of soggy New Jersey today and it was a massive jolt of electricity for both in a state mostly without power.
Yeah, yeah, I know that Obama and Christie have told next Tuesday’s election to take a coffee break.
Do they think we’re dumber than single-celled organisms? C’mon, man! They both are getting plenty of political pop from Sandy.
Meanwhile, Mitt Romney is as helpless as a beached whale (no cheap-shot Chris Christie fat jokes, please!) trying to remain part of the national dialogue during these crucial days when he has no role in the hurricane response.
As you all know from my Zeke pigskin prognosticating, I’m remarkably clairvoyant. And I see the presidential vote being such a nail biter that sales of nail clippers will drop 47.4 percent during the fourth quarter.
Which is why Obama will grab onto whatever winds of opportunity Sandy has blown his way, all the while looking more presidential than ever.
Funny thing, when Sandy was howling past my house I didn’t hear strains of Hail to the Chief reverberating off my pine trees.

The election ain’t over until the fat man sings … Christie croons Obama’s praises

In the end Sandy wasn’t hard to track. Left death and destruction wherever she went.
Millions of people from Maine to the Carolinas awoke today without electricity. The only folks unhappier than they were the ones who have to risk life and limb restoring all that juice.
New York City is under siege, sentenced to an eerie silence and all but closed off by car, train and air. Its subway system has been reduced to an enclosed river. Subway cars were never meant to be power boats.
New Jersey’s shore resorts are devastated. No electricity. Swamped homes and businesses. Water surging in the streets. Boardwalks shredded. Residents weeping. Insurance companies weeping. You would think a storm named Sandy would have been kinder to beach communities.
The whole nightmare has scrambled minds, hearts and emotions in a gigantic omelet of heartache and loss.
Indeed, look at what it’s done to New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie.
Christie, who lambasted President Obama while delivering the keynote address at the Republican Convention, emphatically and repeatedly on television networks and Twitter this morning praised Obama for his handling of Sandy.
Say what? This is a prominent Mitt Romney surrogate speaking? His brains and tongue must be water-logged.
Sandy has given Obama the presidential stage to display his executive skill set in a nonpartisan way.
But don’t despair, my Republican friends. History suggests that voters are likely to punish an incumbent for acts of God outside of his control, even more so if the government’s response appears to come up short.
Christie’s hosannas for Obama today could have, sorry about this pun, a ripple effect at the polls.

Sandy doing a tsunami on Romney’s campaign surge

Bad weather can find more ways to hose you than a flim-flam artist.
And now you can’t fault Mitt Romney for suddenly becoming as paranoid as a getaway driver.
Hurricane Sandy is robbing Romney more than a Sicilian Brinks trunk, stealing the momentum he has forged since the debates.
Granted, Sandy also has put a serious crimp in Barack Obama’s campaign as well. Plus, he has to squeeze in some presidential minutes during this storm crisis.
Nevertheless, Frankenstorm hardly is a Halloween treat for Romney in several swing states where it’s chewing up the political conversation like balsa wood because folks are too busy trying to keep their powder dry in the dark.

Falcons air it out, Eagles err it out, and the read on Reid reads like an obituary

How bad were the Eagles as they swan dived to rock bottom Sunday in a 30-17 loss to the Falcons at the Linc — a nightmare that undoubtedly will be replaying regularly on the back of Andy Reid’s eyelids (assuming he can sleep tonight)?
The Eagles played like guys who have to sit and puff on straws to get their wheelchairs around.
Iggles Nation will digest this galling loss about as well as a mayonnaise-and-shrimp sandwich foolishly purchased from a street vendor.
The Eagles fell to 3-4 in the first loss after a bye week in Reid’s 14 years as head coach. It’s doubtful that Reid will be coaching the Eagles after another bye week.

During this bye, Reid waved bye-bye to Juan Castillo and the defense today was worse under new coordinator Todd Bowles.

The unbeaten Falcons scored on their first six drives and did not need to punt until the fourth quarter. That’s Sieve City, folks.

Compounding matters, the Eagles somehow didn’t have a single turnover and still got scorched by Matty Ice’s flame throwing.

I hate to suggest that the Eagles quit on Andy Reid today. But they were curled up in the fetal position.

Frankenstorm doing the monster mash

As noted in the Zeke Blogosphere more than once, Mother Nature at times is hardly as sweet as Little Red Riding Hood’s grandma.
Just in time for Halloween, Mother Nature has served up Frankenstorm, which is growing more ominous by the hour for the East Coast.
God, even Vincent Price or Alfred Hitchcock never concocted all this screaming horror.
This hybrid weather monster, with Hurricane Sandy in tow, already has wreaked havoc in the Caribbean and is barreling towards the U.S.
Suddenly we’re all sitting ducks quacking about the weather instead of Barack Obama.
Frankenstorm could bring a natural horror show of high winds, heavy rains, extreme tides, and even snow peaking with the arrival of Hurricane Sandy on Tuesday and lingering past Halloween on Wednesday.
Just a hunch, but I imagine everybody will be stocking up on flashlight batteries, generators, toilet paper and gallons of Jack Daniels.
With a rare mix of three big merging weather systems over the nation’s most heavily populated corridor, experts predict at least $1 billion in damage.
I wonder how much Haiti will kick in to help cover that nut.
The stage is set with Hurricane Sandy gushing toward a wintry storm chugging across the country from the west and frigid air streaming south from Canada.
So why can’t Hurricane Schwartz do something to stop Hurricane Sandy? Can’t the Channel 10 weatherman at least talk to Sandy hurricane to hurricane?
So is climate change the culprit in this Halloween horror show?
You can’t blame any particular hurricane on global warming. They’re born, as they always have been, when a tropical wave launches off the African coast and heads out into the open ocean.
Now time for the proverbial but.
But when that ocean is hot — and at the moment sea surface temperatures in the Northeast are five degrees higher than normal — a storm like Sandy can lurch north longer and stronger, drawing huge quantities of moisture into its clouds and then dumping them ashore.
Some scientists have suggested the patterns could be linked to this year’s record Arctic sea ice loss, which exposes more open water to absorb the sun’s energy.
Perhaps the featured Halloween costume this year should be dressing up like a scuba diver.

Another sign the apocalypse is perched upon our doorstep: Wannabe cannibal cop

I imagine they will have to amend that slogan that the NYPD is New York’s Finest.
One New York City cop allegedly isn’t all that fine.
Gilberto Valle was charged today with plotting to kidnap, rape, torture and kill women he had identified and catalogued on his computer, and then cook and eat their body parts.
Valle sent numerous emails and other Internet communications about the ghoulish torture and cannibalism scheme, according to a criminal complaint. There was no information that any women were harmed.
How can a guy, let alone a cop, be wired with such a sick appetite?

Obama and Romney yoked together in a battle of attrition

Down the stretch they come, Barack Obama and Mitt Romney going hoof to hoof like Affirmed and Alydar — so close they can hear each other’s labored, desperate breathing; so close they can see the other’s shadow; so close, so agonizingly close.
Two presidential candidates engaged in a furious trench war over those remaining undecided/persuadable voters scattered here and there in 10 battleground states that will determine the outcome and change the winds of destiny.

This horse race could wind up thisclose. The margin of victory could be thinner than Kate Moss.
Obama leads by a shrinking margin in the Electoral College, according to a consensus of the polls.
The race comes down to 10 states: Colorado, Florida, Iowa, Michigan, Nevada, New Hampshire, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Virginia and Wisconsin.
The result could be crazier than the Terrible Two Teds – Bundy and Kaczynski.
Those 10 swing states could produce a wide variety of outcomes, including one in which Obama loses the popular vote (because of a huge vote against him in the South) but wins the Electoral College (with bicoastal and Great Lakes states) or even a possible tie in the Electoral College, which would probably mean a Romney win in a constitutionally mandated House vote.
Even bobbing for Halloween apples isn’t that much fun.
Finger Obama for all of this. His fingerprints are all over it.
Prior to the first debate, Obama’s reelection chances were looking drop-your-popcorn good.

Then Obama threw away his momentum like a used Kleenex in the first debate and despite his subsequent snarky and scornful mood in the next two debates, he essentially has been a useless wad of pre-chewed gristle ever since.

Never mind that Romney has morphed into a chameleon marketing himself differently to different demographics and literally junking his entire campaign approach overnight. The extreme polarization in this country is giving Romney a free pass among the GOP/Tea Party right wing – for now.

The crucial component in this election is that Romney represents change and Obama represents more of the same.

When matters in the country ain’t all that peachy keen, change always beats more of the same.

In irony you could slice with a steak knife, Obama was change in 2008. He and things change.

The president is ruefully finding out that as you get older, change can be a loathsome demon.