Only days after Governor James McGreevey declared that he is "a gay American", in order to deflect who knows what kind of sleazy shit he must be involved in, he appeared in a local TV commercial. The purpose of the commercial was to give McGreevey free time, at New Jersey taxpayers' expense, to brag about the improvements he claims to have made to the Department of Motor Vehicles.
Historically, the New Jersey DMV has been notoriously slow. The NJ DMV is known for a speed of service that makes the US Postal Service look half-justified in sponsoring Lance Armstrong. Thanks to James McGreevey, I only had to wait four fucking hours the last time I went to the DMV.
Thanks, Governor. While you were busy filming your feel-good propaganda on your way to the bath house, I was sitting at the DMV on my day off. And then I had to hear you tell me that those four hours of my wasted life in that plastic DMV chair were a figment of my imagination.
I don't care what a guy does in the privacy of his own closet. I just don't want him telling me my nightmare at the DMV was only a dream.
In actuality, the DMV is no longer the DMV. McGreevey renamed this particular bureaucracy the "Motor Vehicle Commission", in the hope that changing the letters "DMV" to "MVC" would somehow remove the automobile-sized chunks of wood out of DMV workers' asses. (Note to McGreevey: It didn't work.)
Yesterday, on August 17, 2004, James McGreevey signed bill S-513/A-1469 into law. Thanks to Governor McGreevey, limousine drivers are no longer required to have commercial driver's licenses, as long as they're driving you to a funeral.
I guess this guy only dishes you out favors if you're stiff or on your back, or preferably both.
