I can’t shake this odd sadness today that Andrew Cuomo won’t be in the political news for months to come — or more.

I wanted him to have to answer for what happened to the elderly in nursing homes in New York during the early days of Covid because of state action.

I wanted someone to ask him if he’s really proud to have created the launching-off point for Kathy Hochul to make New York an abortion tourist destination.

Governor, did you really mean to celebrate your expansion of abortion in New York by lighting up the bridge you named after your father and the Freedom Tower, which is really a symbol of life and resurrection, not the fear of death that Islamic terrorists wanted us to cower in after 9/11?

Do you know what abortion expansion means for the women and girls who are having abortions by pills, alone, without medical supervision?

Do you care?

Maybe that makes me spiteful. I hope it makes me simply hopeful that my home state is better than this. I am grateful that the governor who said I don’t belong here won’t have the helm of the city.

Of course, now that Cuomo’s political end has come: God help New York, still! And the innocents who just happen to live in this mad culture of death.

To the rest of the country, I often want to say: Sorry, guys.

With Cuomo’s defeat, that doesn’t change though.