Quote by Andrew Cuomo

New York State is upside down and backwards high taxes and low performance. The New York State government was at one time a national model. Now, unfortunately, it's a national disgrace. Sometimes, the corruption in Albany could even make Boss Tweed blush.


New York State is upside down and backwards high taxes and l

Summary

This quote criticizes the current state of affairs in New York State, claiming that it is characterized by high taxes and low performance. It laments how the state's government, once regarded as a shining example in the nation, has now become a source of embarrassment. The reference to Boss Tweed, a notorious figure associated with corruption during the 19th century, suggests that the level of corruption in Albany, the capital city, is so severe that even historical figures renowned for their misconduct would be taken aback. Overall, the quote expresses dissatisfaction and frustration with the lackluster state of governance and perceived corruption in New York.

By Andrew Cuomo
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