The writer's envy of Bridge-gate

Lately a part of me has been wishing I wrote non-fiction. There’s been so much coverage on Chris Christie’s Bridge-gate scandal that I find myself feeling envious of all the investigative reporters and non-fiction authors furiously writing away as that incredible mega drama unfolds. Doesn’t that whole thing just blow you away? I watch MSNBC every night and every night, in the back of my mind I can see Martin Scorsese peering at his television screen through those ginormus glasses, waiting, just waiting for the definitive Christie book to come out so he can adapt it into what will probably be a forty-hour miniseries on HBO.

But who’d play Christie? DiCaprio did a good job playing Howard Hughes… but let’s face it, he can’t play Chris Christie. Jonah Hill? By the time Scorcese got around to making a Bridge-gate blockbuster Hill would be old enough to play him but I worry about that guy gaining all that weight then losing it, then gaining it again…

Bridge-gate is one of those stories of the power of corruption and in this case, mind-numbing corruption that’s so far reaching that if I made it up as a work of fiction people would think it ridiculous…. Better go, the news will be on soon and I have to get a lot more writing done today before I can click on Hardball….