Narrative, narrative, all is narrative.
By Andrew Cuomo raises his profile, stirring talk of a 2020 runhttps://t.co/A9LVvXrpca
— The New York Times (@nytimes) January 10, 2017
The dumbest thing about this article is not the assumption that there will be elections in 2020. The dumbest thing about it is that it exists, at all.
It had all the trappings of a presidential campaign rollout: the cheering crowd, the flag-draped stage, an appearance and a hearty endorsement from Senator Bernie Sanders of Vermont.
I can see how someone might think this. If they’d never been to any other political gathering except the launch of a presidential campaign. And had been at the rubber cement.
Some more words happened after this point but I skimmed through several paragraphs, looking for the point when the reporter admits it’s all bullshit. And there it was at paragraph eight
Mr. Cuomo, in his second term, steadfastly denies this, saying his sole concern is running New York and seeking re-election in 2018. And talk of 2020 does seems premature, considering that Mr. Trump, a fellow New Yorker, has yet to be inaugurated.
This is not the end of the article that shouldn’t have been written in the first place. It’s not even the middle. It goes on and on and on, but I quit at the next paragraph:
If Mr. Cuomo ran for the White House someday,
Jesus.
it would be a remarkable turnaround for a man whose career had been written off on more than one occasion, nearly succumbing to political miscalculations.
Christ.
It would also offer the intriguing story line of a son’s fulfilling a mission endlessly contemplated, but never executed, by his father, former Gov. Mario M. Cuomo, who was also a Democrat.
In other words, it would be convenient for the no-talents on the political desk. They might not be able to name the three branches of government without checking their notes, but they can follow an intriguing story line for weeks.
