The golden Dorothy Rabinowitz considers a lesson maybe learned by Gov. Christie in real politics, via his onetime fan, Bruce Springsteen.

Mr. Springsteen is as the world knows the object of much slobbering devotion among his fans, including, to put it mildly, the governor—Mr. Christie was moved to tears when Mr. Springsteen embraced him after Hurricane Sandy. Perhaps it was the tension of the emergency—one would prefer to think so.

However:

Mr. Springsteen, a man marinated in the oils of left-liberal passion for as long as anyone can remember, delivered—along with the show’s host—a bellowing indictment, titled “Governor Christie Traffic Jam,” sung to the tune of a few of his more famous works. It was a crude job of an assault, nothing surprising.

Ah Christie, Bruce might have sung, we hardly knew ye . . .

Little as this moment may be, it should serve as a reminder to Mr. Christie that there is in life—especially the life of a political leader—no such thing as happy relations with everybody on every side, including those who want you and all your kind dead—politically and sometimes literally. So it ends up that the governor needn’t give up on that ardor for Mr. Springsteen. The singer did after all, if inadvertently, deliver a message that should be of considerable value to Mr. Christie as he begins his adventure in national politics.

Yes. Hope and change can be on their way.