Last Thursday we had the primary election in New York for Governor, Lieutenant Governor, and some other offices. It’s the first time that I can recall in my life that an election in the United States was moved from Tuesday.
But then, this past Tuesday was 11 September, the modern date that will live in infamy. For me, it’s the day we learned our leadership is either stupid or evil, and to this day we’re afraid to find out which. Living well—or at least carrying on with aplomb—is the best revenge against terrorism, or stupid or evil governments. Don’t let the bastards get you down.
Alas, I’m apparently in the minority. 11 September is supposed to be a day of moaning and interminable suffering, and not for normal things like elections.
Andrew Cuomo, son of Mario, won the primary and will be running for a third term in November. His opponent this week was Cynthia Nixon, the actress who played Miranda Hobbes in Sex and the City. I knew it was a lost cause, but I voted for Cynthia, even though I disagree with most of her positions. Then again, if a live turnip had been running for Governor, I would have voted for it.
It bothers me when a politician is himself the son of a politician. (I’m sure we’ll have daughters of politicians running for office someday, and I’ll have the same objection.) It says that talent is so thin on the ground that we have to look to the children of past leaders. I thought hereditary government was something we fought a Revolution to get rid of.
Worse than that were his campaign commercials. Cuomo’s campaign invective against President Trump rubbed me the wrong way. It isn’t that I agree or disagree with his positions: I watched Cuomo’s campaign commercials and realized: I don’t like this person. I want him to go away.
In contrast, in President Bush, we had someone who more clearly became President in 2000 as a result of electoral finagling, and who led us into a pointless war. But other than John Kerry, whose entire platform running for President in 2004 was ‘I am not Bush,’ nobody felt the need to rail against Bush or make him the bogeyman.
Alas, Andrew Cuomo isn’t going away, and I expect that he’ll run for President in 2020.