During his campaign for office, Cuomo could have been reported to the police as a missing person, so much so that at one paper a wall clock was maintained showing the weeks and months during which Cuomo fled the prospect of press interviews. The reason? He seems unable in fright to control his temper when questioned by the press and more so he seems to live in a state of anguish because intellectually he has a short stick. He seems to prize cunning, feeding the public as if it was a dancing bear, laughing at them from backstage. No scholar this one. No Spitzer is he, for if ever those two were in a debate Cuomo would end up like meat passing through your butcher’s grinder. How incredible the thought that the Democrat Party, my party, would shove him down the public’s throat, a person notoriously obsessed with becoming the president, a nervous walk-on character right out of The Sopranos, good when crouched over a deal in the dark, but in real life lacking the depth that evokes the respect of others. Give him a sneaky way to con the public, and he’ll kiss your feet. This man is the kind that doesn’t cast a shadow on a suny day. Just read his words: “it’s my commission”..;”it is mine”…”it is controlled by me”. If you died would you rest with Cuomo in charge of your estate or even of your dog?
Harry Reynolds, Esq. resides in Scarsdale, New York.