Probably the best blog title ever. Too bad it’s not a Drunken Republican original. But I’m a weak, weak man, and I couldn’t resist “borrowing” it. It’s THAT effing good.
So, New York’s cool cat Luv Guv Andrew Cuomo’s nine lives have clearly just run out.
The investigation by NY Attorney General Letitia James into Cuomo’s years of alleged sexual harassment and sexual assault on about a dozen women has concluded, and I reckon Governor Gropey ought to start filling out some change of address cards, listing the “Governor’s Mansion” in the “previous address” section.
This creep treats women like Joey Chestnut treats a plate of 75 hot dogs on July 4th at Coney Island. If you’ve had the pleasure (or displeasure, as it were) of witnessing Mr. Chestnut’s hot dog eating prowess, you’ll surely appreciate how truly disturbing that reference is.
Anyway…no need to belabor the point, the writing is on the wall like a graffiti covered NYC subway car for Cuomo…he resigns, or he’s impeached. Period.
And entitled, narcissistic, A-Holes like him never resign. Continue reading