‘One day her mother said to her: “Come Little Red Riding Hood. Here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She is sick and weak, and they will do her well.’
But Little Red never got to see her. Andrew Cuomo, the big bad wolf, sent grandmother back to the assisted living facility where she died.
Cuomo, who had been hailed by the town criers (Local and national) as a hero, decided not to tell anyone. Not really. So, he huffed and he puffed (from a different story) and blew what blame there was at everyone but himself.
He did this so well that some said he should run for president, and the Cuomo liked the sound of that but kept himself where he was. He had not finished ruining the state of New York.
Not that there was much left to ruin.
In time, the state would do an audit. The result was that the big bad wolf’s actions had cost plenty of Grandma’s lives. Grandpas’ too. The numbers they’d been sharing were low. There was undercounting by nearly 50%. Cuomo had been telling his own fairy tale all along.
But with no woodsman to free them from the ‘wolf’s stomach’ they are gone forever and Andrew Cuomo is to blame.
