N.J. gov shows he’s just a beach bum

It’s 89 degrees in New Jersey, and the only thing you wanted to do this holiday weekend was sit on the sand with an open cooler, get a little tan and splash around in the water, but you couldn’t because your elected leaders turned a simple budget disagreement into a political impasse, and places like beaches were closed because the government was shut down.

But you’re the governor, and one of the perks of the job is a house on the shore with its own private beach.

It’s not like anyone’s going to actually see you having more fun than anyone in all of New Jersey, except perhaps for your friend, the President, who has a nicer New Jersey getaway, where he spends the weekend watching old wrestling clips. No, you’ve got this moment all to yourself, except for that photographer with the zoom lens in the aircraft above the beach.

The photos came in handy when you lied and said you didn’t get any sun during your sunny day on the beach.

It was kind of like saying you splashed in the water, but did not get wet. That’s what you said after a state helicopter ferried you from your exclusive getaway to Trenton, where you spent the next several hours pointing fingers over the municipal mess.

No one cared whose fault this was. All that mattered was that people wanted to hit the beach, and they couldn’t, and you could, and the only thing you did about it was kick sand in their faces.

This display of arrogance was almost as irksome as the time you created chaos at the George Washington Bridge to punish a town mayor.

Now we know you’ve denied that you had anything at all to do with that, but you also told us you didn’t get any sun on a sunny day in the middle of a beach that you had all to yourself.

What are we supposed to think?