Andrew Giuliani has declared his candidacy for the governorship of New York. He was probably sitting in a bar somewhere and heard someone comment that Caitlyn Jenner’s run for the California statehouse was the most farcical entree into gubernatorial politics imaginable. . .
Andrew: Hold my beer!
It’s truly a gutsy move, not only because the Giuliani name has become a punchline or a synonym for criminal ineptitude or both, but also because, to a certain generation of New Yorkers, the name “Andrew Giuliani” conjures only the image of an ill-behaved, hyperactive brat upstaging his father—who, mind you, still had a modicum of dignity at the time—as he tried to deliver his first inaugural mayoral address:
Guess the mini-Mussolini is ready for his own moment in the sun.
Few people think Giuliani fils has a shot at the nomination, much less winning the governor’s mansion, but I suppose this is a nice way to grab cash from gullible MAGAts. Sure, few people thought The Former Guy could actually win the presidency. . . until he did. But Andrew G has all of Trump’s faults with none of his star power.
Let’s put it this way: How unlikeable is Juniorliani? He got kicked off a golf team! Think about that! Nobody could stand to have him as a teammate in a sport that you play by yourself!
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