New Yorkers have our own special election in November to pick a lucky guy or gal to complete Hillary Clinton's term. Right now, a junior lightweight going by the name of Kirsten Gillibrand is keeping that seat warm. Her appointment by Gov. Patterson brought gasps to the liberal hoi polloi who favored Princess Caroline and thought Kirsten was much too far to the right. But since taking office Gillibrand has rolled over like a puppy, showing she knows how and whom to please. Sure enough, the lady has their backing and intends to run in the fall.
After Massachusetts (and even before), this would seem like a juicy opportunity to add another Republican senate seat. But noooo! To date, not one of our pathetic RINOs has stepped up to the plate. Rudy, Pataki and Peter King have all said they'll run - the other way. Yesterday's upheaval could light a fire in someone's pants and a Republican with some stature may emerge to seize the day. But more and more this state is succumbing to the dictatorship of the proletariat, and I'm not holding my breath.
Schumer-Weiner. Schumer-Weiner. Schumer-Weiner.
Sorry. Every time I think of New York politics, those names of those two crapsacks rattle around in my brain.