The Best Thing That Happened This Week: Chris Christie as The Good Wife

It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

Photo illustration | David Fox

Photo illustration | David Fox

Just when we thought the governor of New Jersey — an afterthought in Iowa, humiliated in New Hampshire — would crawl back home and stop embarrassing himself, Chris Christie endorsed Donald Trump, the man he once said was a whiny, shiny complainer who sat in his jammies and phoned it in, for president. He followed up this super-sized act of craven hypocrisy by appearing onstage with Trump at the taste-challenged Mar-a-Lago estate on Super Tuesday and generating such peculiar facial expressions that the Internets exploded with theories that he was being held hostage, was farting, was smelling Trump farting, was suicidal, was having a stroke, or was simply getting his first close-up of The Donald’s hair. Or perhaps, like so many other good wives — Hillary Clinton, Silda Spitzer, Elizabeth Edwards, Huma Abedin — he didn’t realize right up until that very moment what it feels like to sell your soul.

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