Obama gets to Albany at 11 a.m.. Our fine (kidding) governor David Paterson will meet him at the airport. Because it wasn't enough that he sent envoys already to tell him not to run. (What is this, 1567?) This preemptive, insane execution of Paterson by Obama is the most poorly-handled bit of political dealings we've ever seen. (Though, you know, it doesn't help that Paterson immediately makes anything public, and that makes Obama look bad. But it should make him look bad.) And now, where are we? Well! Here's one way to give me a stroke first thing in the morning: "All hail Andrew Cuomo, the de facto governor-elect of New York." NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!