Sunday, January 2, 2011
New York, New York
The system that New York produces is self-consuming. That is to say, liberalism, is self-consuming. New York is an irresistible flame in which moths burn their wings. All Cuomos, Clintons, and Kennedys have been brought up to be either Icarus or saffron-clad monks. It’s what’s expected.
There are specific places around the globe that exude power. New York City is such a place. New York burns hot. Around it is scorched earth. It has not become the center of the world for nothing. Both China and Brazil have built great cities nobody has ever heard of - or will. Andrew Cuomo has willingly cast himself into New York’s flame. So have many others, only to be consumed by it.
To be New York’s governor is like riding a bucking bronco. There’s no question that you’ll be thrown. The challenge is one of endurance; to stay on as long as you can - and (perhaps) be thrown mercifully into the blanching waters of the Potomac.