Imagine the scene: an old-school neighborhood tavern, with Mike Royko and Art Buchwald sitting on their stools nursing a couple of beers and Ben Franklin washing glassware behind the bar. A neon sign in the window proclaims the name of this heavenly establishment — “Poor Richard’s Pub — and a smaller handwritten sign is taped up beneath it reading “No Editers Allowed.”
Then imagine what they’d have to say about Chris Christie . . .