I’m not going to deny that I’m enjoying a bit of schadenfreude over the accusations of sexual harassment presently sealing Governor Cuomo’s political doom. Any sympathy I may have otherwise felt for a man accused without evidence is overwhelmed by the deliciousness of considering the now all-too-obvious stupidity of his faux-high-minded posturing during the Kavanaugh hearings when similar accusations were leveled at the judge. I’m pretty sure he regrets his tweets from that time.
That said, schadenfreude is not a noble impulse. There is nothing generous about enjoying others’ troubles. And in truth the nature of the present storm around Governor Cuomo is rather strange.
One woman, an aspiring politician, is accusing him of having sexually assaulted her – in the sense of i...
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