That Guy In Albany

 
There are just so many hours in a day.   How could this possibly happen?

What am I talking about?

Well, take a gander at the recently published book from New York's sainted governor, Andrew Cuomo.   "Leadership Lessons from the COVID-19 Pandemic."  Er, how narcissistic can you get?

I have friends in New York who would collapse at his feet if they could.   This man singlehandedly saved their state.   Oh, sure, several thousand residents of nursing homes died but I guess you have to break a few eggs to make a delicious cake.

Seriously, I know people who actually have cardboard cutouts of this idiot in their homes.   It's very disheartening to suddenly realize that you have very stupid friends.  But you can't argue with them as they genuflect to the man who guided them through Hell with a bunch of Powerpoint slides.

Yep, it's the same guy who is on tape in early March telling New York State that COVID-19 will not be a big deal.   He just might be the dumbest man in the state, but he can thank NY Mayor Bill DeBlasio for knocking him out of that top spot. Of course, with Andrew's lunkhead of a brother wandering around aimlessly, he won't even be the dumbest Cuomo in the state.

So what's the point of this all?   Let's get back to the aforementioned book.  Governor Coma is making the rounds of all the talk shows promoting what he did to save New York State.  All the liberal cable networks.   The Sunday news shows.  He even carved out time for Kelly Ripa, who also bowed down to him like he was the religious statue in an Italian neighborhood feast.

Now let's do some calendar math.  COVID-19 effectively started around March 13.  It is now October.   A little more than seven months later.   How the hell can a civic leader entrenched in a pandemic find the time to write a book and have it for sale in such a short amount of time?

The answer is he can't.   And this is one more political memoir that is completely ghost written.   There are people who work in closets and do nothing but put the written word into the mouths and pages of a politician.   They make big bucks and do fine work.   Meanwhile, all the glory is gratefully accepted by the "author."

I have long been a suspect of all political memoirs.   You really think Barack Obama sat down and wrote a huge tome?   Heck, not while the NBA Playoffs were going on.   You really think Michelle Obama wrote her autobiography?   Of course not.   She probably did a fast proof read and screamed at the typist like a banshee whenever she found a spelling mistake.

The best example of a phony political memoir was when that Gabby Giffords got shot in the head.   She wrote a book about the experience within nine months. Are you fucking kidding me??   You would think there would be other things on her mind....I mean, besides the bullet.

So, no, I don't think Andrew Cuomo wrote the book he is peddling right now.   At the very least, he barked some bon mots into a tape recorder for transcribing.  And if he did actually write a book, I'd like to know where he found the time to do so while acting as the Saviour.   

I have little interest in his story, but I will check out the table of contents to see which chapter contains the story on how he horrifically destroyed the lives of everybody's grandmother.

Dinner last night:  Leftover chicken.