"CNN is launching a virtual news bureau on Second Life, reports Mediaweek. Unlike Reuters, which deploys a real journalist on the site, CNN is extending its i-Report concept by asking Second Life residents to contribute news, photos and videos. CNN-branded kiosks will be scattered throughout the community, so avatars will never be far away from their news fix. And user generated content may be supplemented with advice from CNN personalities such as Larry King."
I've had this damn song running through my head ever since I watched this movie last week, so here it is so that you can too. It's the famous opening sequence from “Calamity Jane,” one of the last of the great old Hollywood musicals, a western no less.
Of course, it was really a rip-off of “Annie Get Your Gun,” down to much of the plot and even the tomboyish heroine, played by Doris Day, probably one of the most underrated of the old stars. Actually, she was huge at her peak, in the 1950s and 60s, but she's been sort of forgotten now, and leads a very quiet and private life. She's got a great voice though, and is a ball of energy in this song, especially at the end when they go into the saloon.
And that scene is shot in just one take. I don't mean they did it just once, in fact they probably ended up doing it 50 times to get it right, but there's no cutaway shot in the scene after she walks through the doors and into the saloon, it's one long continuous take.
Whenever I see a scene like that in a movie like this on TCM, I always love the thought of the old Hollywood studios and production crews. You are aware occasionally of the camera moving, following the action, and sometimes the performers will even look into the camera at the end of a song. You can just picture the crews on the old MGM or Warner Bros. lots filming these musicals in a huge soundstage.
Today, the acting is better and the stories are obviously more realistic in films, but these were real HOLLYWOOD movies.
Because, you know, the woman who raised that girl has a lot to teach us about good parenting. (By the way, The Daily News clearly won the battle of the headlines that day.)
I took a stroll in Central Park (now that the weather has gotten a bit brisk, it's perfect walking weather) and, as always, I started out with a lap around the reservoir (1.58 miles, thank you).
At the north end of it, a couple of tourists were taking pictures over the water, and stopped me as I passed by to ask if I knew where Strawberry Fields, the John Lennon memorial, was. They sounded English, so I guess that made sense.
I told them it was at about 72nd Street on the west side, across from the Dakota, his Central Park West home. We were at approximately 90th Street at this point, so I said it's only about 20 blocks from where we are now, which is a mile.
Well, their faces dropped. You would have thought I had told them it was in another time zone.
I thought it was only Americans, especially those who live outside New York and who drive everywhere, who were lazy. (Although, I have friends who I've seen get out of breath walking to the bus stop. I have one who sometimes calls while walking, and I swear it sounds like an obscene phone call with the panting and the gasping.)
But apparently it's the whole damn world.
Lazy bastards.
So here's a little Lennon since the tourists didn't make it to his memorial.
With those devastating Southern California fires, the Humane Society is working to help save pets and animals caught in the middle of it all. They could always use a donation.
The request arrived at the headquarters of the disaster response team at 3:18 p.m. on Monday afternoon.
Within an hour, Dr. Barry Kellogg, veterinarian and acting director of disaster services for The Humane Society of the United States, “pushed the button.” Local authorities in San Diego needed our help. Our professionals answered. They shouldered their packs and began the race westward and southward -- trained people bringing trucks, portable clinics, equipment and a devotion to the task. Hundreds more trained disaster responders have been contacted, and they are standing at the ready if a second wave of personnel are needed.
Every second meant greater risk for animals in trouble.
Firestorms were advancing uncontrollably across great swaths of Southern California, displacing tens of thousands, and then hundreds of thousands of people and their pets -- plus an unknown number of farm and wild animals. Although California is no stranger to the autumn cycle of Santa Ana winds and wildfires, this maelstrom stretching from the Mexico border north beyond Los Angeles was like none in memory.
Just slightly more than 12 hours later, the first disaster responders from The HSUS had traversed the continent or come down from our Sacramento office and began assembling in San Diego. They streamed into town by ones and twos all during the day. More arrived through the night, from all corners of the country. On highways from as far away as Florida, The HSUS big rigs rumbled toward California with essential tools and equipment for animal rescue.
By daybreak this morning, virtually our entire front-line disaster team was on station, sleeves rolled up. We also began accepting donations to support our response to the wildfires and future disasters.
You’ll understand my soaring pride in these staffers who give so much for the sake of animals.
Some of these disaster responders had returned just days earlier from another deployment to California -- this one to help law enforcement in the largest cockfighting raid in U.S. history. Less than a week before that, we had a crew in Buxton, Maine, helping state officials transport 250 dogs out of the horrors of a puppy mill to a future that promised better lives. At that very same moment, I was in the Gulf Coast with other staffers to launch another phase of our long-standing program to help Louisiana and Mississippi rebuild their animal care facilities in the aftermath of an earlier disaster, Hurricane Katrina.
Friends, it’s been quite a couple of weeks in October.
I’ll have more to say later about people who give so much. But at the moment my mood is tempered. How many thousands of animals are displaced? Or suffering? What do the vagaries of the Santa Ana winds portend in the next 12, 24 and 48 hours? Will the weather tamp down the flames, or feed their fury?
Some areas hardest hit by these fires are home to families with horses. More than a few were unable to evacuate all their animals. I’m told that sometimes the best that people could do was open the gates and let their horses run free -- to race ahead of towering flames in a sprint for their lives.
Touting his accomplishments as mayor Tuesday while on the campaign trail in New Hampshire, Giuliani crowed, "I took a city that was known for pornography and licked it to a large extent." - NY Daily News
George Bush is determined to rush in and make sure Southern California is getting all the federal help it needs in the wake of those horrible fires.
Apparently this came about because of the huge p.r. hit he and his administration took after the debacle of (not) preparing for and (not) helping New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina.
I'm glad the feds are going to be helping Southern Cal. But New Orleans is still a fucking mess.
Hmm, now what could the difference be? Why is one place getting federal aid up the wazoo and the other is still lying in ruins, years after the devastation? Can't imagine.
Democratic presidential candidate Dennis Kucinich has seen a UFO, writes Shirley MacLaine in her new book, "Sage-Ing While Age-Ing."
Kucinich, she writes on page 143-144 of the book, "had a close sighting over my home in Graham, Washington, when I lived there. Dennis found his encounter extremely moving. The smell of roses drew him out to my balcony where, when he looked up, he saw a gigantic triangular craft, silent, and observing him. It hovered, soundless, for ten minutes or so, and sped away with a speed he couldn't comprehend. He said he felt a connection in his heart and heard directions in his mind." - Cleveland Plain Dealer
And I was sure that Weekly World News alien was going to endorse Hillary this time around after lining up behind Bill back in the good old days.
Ok, Debbie is lip syncing in this, but she looks cute as hell in a suit. (She also looks high as a kite, but, come on, George Bush was in the Alabama National Guard snorting coke off a hooker's belly right about then too.)
James Lipton, the host of U.S. talk show, Inside the Actors' Studio, once worked as a pimp in Paris, France.
The revered TV presenter, who has sat down with Hollywood's biggest names for in-depth chats about their life and work over the last 13 years, has revealed he once procured clients for French hookers.
He says, "This was when I was very very young, living in Paris, penniless, unable to get any kind of working permit... I had a friend who worked in what is called the Milieu, which is that world and she suggested to me one night, `Look, you'll be my meck... We would translate it perhaps... as pimp.
"We were earning our living together, this young woman and I, we made a rather good living, I must say."
Lipton reveals in his new book Inside Inside he would set up sex shows for clients of his lady friend.
He adds, "I had to accompany my clientelle to the Rue Pigalle, which is where these things occurred. And then I'd take them up to the room and I had to remain there because they were very nervous, they were young Americans for the most part... and they didn't speak French." - AP
And then he would ask them the Proust questionnaire.
Britney Spears has regained temporary visitation rights of her two sons, her attorney said Sunday. "Yes, she's got visitation with the kids," lawyer Anne C. Kiley told CNN in a telephone interview. "She had this weekend -- from Saturday morning 'til Sunday at some point." - CNN
I don't know who to feel sorrier for at this point - Britney's kids or Iggy, the dog at the center of the whole Ellen DeGeneres meltdown.
Although Britney's kids do get to feel the wind on their little faces when they stick their heads out of the window of the car.
Poor Iggy is probably stuck in a boring doggy carrier.
Is there anything better on a rainy Friday night in NYC than some Jimmy Witherspoon? No there isn't.
I went out to dinner (great ribs) and some Jack & Diets at Southern Comfort tonight (no girls, sorry, JT wasn't there - haha) and I've been playing the JSP box set of Spoon all night since I got home, so here's a little video of him too.
I like to occasionally throw out some random thoughts to the Too Saucy readership, so here we go, but note I have had some single malt Scotch tonight (it's actually Thursday night, but technically Friday as I write.)
Someone asked me today what TV shows I watch on a regular basis, and I suddenly and sadly realized there isn't a lot grabbing my attention these days.
Sunday - "Dexter" (Showtime) Wednesday - "Kitchen Nightmares" (Fox) Thursday - "Mad Men" (AMC) Friday - "Real Time with Bill Maher" (HBO)
And that's about it.
I sometimes get dragooned into watching "The Bachelor" (ABC) on Mondays, and, of course, I watch a lot of movies on my bazillion premium movie channels, for which I pay Time Warner a hefty monthly fee, but there really aren't a lot of shows that make me want to watch or record them on a weekly basis.
I do like the aforementioned "Mad Men" though. If you don't know it, it's set in an advertising agency on Madison Avenue in 1960, just as the U.S. was really changing. In fact, a few subplots were on the Nixon-Kennedy race. It really is a fascinating look at a time in the country before things got stirred up with the counter culture and the Vietnam War and the assassinations and the civil rights movement and feminism, but people were maybe just beginning to realize things weren't quite right.
You see the rampant sexism and a consumer culture that was already getting a little hollow and the conflict between what is portrayed as a soul-deadening life of the suburban housewives compared to what they somewhat jealously saw as the exciting big city work lives of the ad men in the title.
The show has really great sets and costumes, and it's the little details that make it.
On Thursday's episode, there was a moment (and it was really just a throw-away scene) where a wife suspects her husband of cheating and she tells her friend she found out when she opened the phone bill and there were a lot of calls to Manhattan and the bill was an astounding $18.
Can you imagine?
And they showed the bill's envelope and it was the old New York Telephone logo (before that company went on to become Bell Atlantic, then NYNEX, and now, of course, Verizon.)
Just really nice details.
And those guys all drank at the office and had long tipsy lunches. Damn, I'm jealous of that.
(That's why we were drinking single malt Scotch, by the way. I always like to get in the atmospheric mood when I watch this show.)
But many of the characters smoke a lot too, as people did in those days - even in elevators and train cars and in the offices. Even pregnant women. Ugh.
Anyway, the first season just ended, but it's coming back for a second, so if you haven't seen it yet, I recommend you catch the episodes On Demand or look for the reruns before the new season begins.
And on a totally random note, I have my homepage set up as i-Google. That's a version of Google where you can personalize your location and get the local weather forecast, headlines, easy access to your gmail account, etc.
And they always include a couple of tips in a section they call "How to of the day" - and for some reason they are usually the most bizarre things. Today, and I swear I'm not making this up, it was:
How to Braid a Horse's Mane
How to Make a Coffin
Oookay. I'm sure those are a couple of things that will come in handy. Huh? Not to mention being bizarrely geared to both the 8-year-old girl crowd and the morbid-as-hell set.
Is there some sort of overlap with those groups I'm not familiar with?
WASHINGTON, Oct. 18 — Supporters of a bill to provide health insurance for 10 million children failed this afternoon, as expected, to muster enough support in the House to override President Bush’s veto.
Now more uninsured kids, like this little girl, won't be helped to get the medical care they need.
Ok, so the Republicans are losing the suburbs, women and minorities and even some of their former strongholds in the West.
But there is an untapped demo that seems to appeal to many of their officials they can still campaign for:
The Palace Mobile Home Park is a place that welcomes sex offenders. Ninety-five of these 200 residents are convicted sex offenders, including some pedophiles.
The adults-only, nondescript, low-income trailer park near St. Petersburg, Florida has gained a reputation among sex offenders on probation as a good place to live and stay out of trouble. - CNN
Larry Craig and Mark Foley are probably looking for doublewides there even as we speak.
I had a great lunch today with some nice people at one of my favorite New York steak houses, Ben Benson's in midtown.
Wow, I was a pig.
I started out with some homemade tomato soup, then moved onto steak with caramelized onions and mashed potatoes, plus dug into the bowl of creamed spinach on the table. All accompanied by a few glasses of an amusing little Shiraz, and finished off with cheesecake.
After that, I figured I better undertake one of my famous walks - you know, where I can stroll for miles and not break a sweat or get out of breath, unlike some of my huskier friends.
So from BB's on West 52nd, I walked all the way back to the fabulous Upper East Side.
When I got home, I felt like I could walk back to Ben's, have another cup of coffee and then walk home again.
In a review of Monday's debut of the Fox Business News Channel, The New York Timesnotes some of the stories covered by the new network.
Among them, one of the reporters "went down to Times Square to interview an entrepreneur of the day, the Naked Cowboy, a guitar-strumming singer who says he earns $250,000 a year serenading tourists in a cowboy hat and underpants, and much more in merchandising and record contracts."
What the fuck? $250,000 a year?
I've seen that goofy guy a million times when I pass through Times Square and always chuckle at the tourists surrounding him and snapping pictures.
I swear, Chris Hansen of "Dateline" should just monitor the Family Values party on a regular basis. He could fill up an entire season of "To Catch a Predator" with all the various Republican officials involved in underage sex trolling.
There's an interesting and bittersweet story in the New York Times today by John Burns, the paper's Baghdad bureau chief, about how he and his colleagues there started taking in stray cats from the neighborhood around the paper's compound - up to 60 at one point - and their attempt to try to alleviate at least some misery in the midst of the debacle caused by George W. Bush:
IT was a bitterly cold night in the Baghdad winter of 2005, somewhere in the predawn hours before the staccato of suicide bombs and mortars and gunfire that are the daily orchestration of the war. Alone in my office in The Times’s compound beside the Tigris River, I was awaiting the telephoned “goodnight” from The Times foreign desk, eight time zones west, signaling that my work for the next day’s paper was done.
That is when I heard it: the cry of an abandoned kitten, somewhere out in the darkness, calling for its mother somewhere inside the compound. By an animal lover’s anthropomorphic logic, those desperate calls, three nights running, had come to seem more than the appeal of a tiny creature doomed to a cold and lonely death. Deep in the winter night, they seemed like a dismal tocsin for all who suffer in a time of war.
With others working for The Times in Baghdad, I took solace in the battalion of cats that had found their way past the 12-foot-high concrete blast walls that guard our compound. With their survival instincts, the cats of our neighborhood learned in the first winter of the war that food and shelter and human kindness lay within the walls. Outside, among the garbage heaps and sinuous alleyways, human beings were struggling for their own survival, and a cat’s life was likely to be meager, embattled and short.
You may have seen Burns in TV interviews; he's a Brit, has a mane of unruly silver hair, and is considered one of the best war reporters in the business.
As Burns ends the story, relating how he took a few of the cats back with him to England at the end of his assignment, the disaster that Bush has unleashed is brought home when, waiting for his flight at the Baghdad airport, an Iraqi doctor comes over to speak to him:
All about was hubbub, with hundreds of angry, fearful Iraqis struggling to secure their own passage out. The cats seemed terrified, so I fell once more into my anthropomorphic mode, offering them a quiet discourse on what lay ahead — the 3,000-mile air journey, detention in the quarantine center and, ultimately, liberation into a green and pleasant land where they would be full citizens, never again wanting for shelter, warmth and food.
A small crowd of Iraqis had gathered, and one among them, a middle-aged man who introduced himself as a physician traveling to Jordan to see his ailing mother, knelt down beside me and asked, in halting English, if I’d mind a question. By all means, I said. “Well then,” he said, his face breaking into a sad smile, “what I want to ask is this: This proposal you make, is it for four legs only, or also for two? Six months’ detention, British passport, free to stay, guaranteed home, this is excellent. I will take, and many other Iraqis, too.”
I was out drinking last night with some former co-workers and apparently I had a good time. I just went down to the Korean deli on the corner to get the Sunday Daily News. But it's SATURDAY!
The little woman behind the counter thought it was amusing, though, when I asked her why she only had yesterday's paper. Ugh.
I spent a beautiful and relaxing afternoon in the world's greatest park (Central), enjoyed a six-mile walk without even breaking a sweat or being out of breath (unlike some of my huskier friends), and topped it off with an amusing Sauvignon Blanc at the Boathouse.
The nice weather is not going to last too much longer, I suppose, so why not look for rainbows - like this one I caught over that little fountain thing in the reservoir.
And, of course, he really won the presidency in 2000, garnering 600,000 more votes than Bush, only to have it stolen from him by the Supreme Court cronies of Boy George's daddy and the election shenanigans in Florida.
But the best thing about Gore's Nobel win is it will drive the right-wing nut jobs (who still deny global warming is taking place) absolutely bonkers.
I have a friend, I won't mention her name as she might be ashamed now, who once actually expressed some perverted admiration for right-wing scumbag Ann Coulter.
Well, as reported by E&P, here's the latest piece of crap out of the mouth of the woman who once said she thought 9-11 widows were enjoying their fame too much:
Appearing on Donny Deutsch's CNBC show, "The Big Idea," on Monday night, columnist/author Ann Coulter suggested that the U.S. would be a better place if there weren't any Jewish people and that they had "perfected" themselves into -- Christians.
It led Deutsch to suggest that surely she couldn't mean that, and when she insisted she did, he said this sounded "anti-Semitic."
Asked by Deutsch regarding whether she wanted to be like "the head of Iran" and "wipe Israel off the Earth," Coulter stated: "No, we just want Jews to be perfected, as they say. ... That's what Christianity is. We believe the Old Testament."
The transcript from the interview is at the E&P link. It has to be read to be believed.
Richard Nixon, evil president though he was, knew politics. And he apparently wasn't impressed with the intellect of one Fred Thompson, the former Tennessee senator and B-grade actor now running for the GOP nomination. Back during the Watergate ea, Thompson was a lawyer for the Republican side on the Congressional commmitee investigating the scandal.
ABC has unearthed some choice Nixon sound bites from the secret tapes made in the Oval Office, as the president conferred with his aides on the progress of the investigation:
As the investigation picked up speed, Nixon grew increasingly concerned about whether Thompson could stand up to the Democrats.
In this May 1973 recording, he shared his concern with then-chief of staff Alexander Haig.
"He's talking to Fred Thompson. I said you're not --," Haig begins.
"Oh shit, he's dumb as hell. Fred Thompson," Nixon interjects. "Who is he? He won't say anything."
In another conversation some weeks later, Nixon and his advisers were still describing Thompson as not very smart but at least beginning to play ball.
"Our approach is now, we've got a pretty good rapport with Fred Thompson. He came through fine for us this morning," White House counsel Fred Buzhardt says on a tape from June 6.
"He isn't very smart, is he?" Nixon asks.
"Not extremely so, but --," Buzhardt says, interrupted by the president.
"But he's friendly," Nixon says.
"But he's, he's friendly," Buzhardt echoes.
"Good."
Dumb as hell but friendly. Like a big ol' puppy dog, I guess. Then again, look who the Republicans gave us this time around, so Thompson fits right into that party's brain trust.
God bless the gals, they really are sort of cute with their TV choices.
My friend Sarah came over to Chez JBK Monday for one of my famous Omaha steak dinners (accompanied by a delightful Shiraz on the Cudgee Creek label) and we started arguing about what to watch on my fabulous TV set.
It was, of course, a crucial make or break night for the Yankees in the ALDS and I felt I should watch the game, if only to be able to have a conversation about it the next day with everyone who seems to live and die that stuff. But she said Monday is "The Bachelor" and she had got into it this season, so she wanted to watch that. And there is a lot of cleavage on that show, you've got to give it that.
Thanks to picture-in-picture we were able to sort of watch both, and when the game rapidly became a debacle for the Yanks, I switched the set-up so the game went into the little screen without sound, but could still be monitored, and "The Bachelor" went into the big picture.
Well, that show really is pornography for girls. She was oohing and ahhing over everything - the house they get to stay in, the fun dates, and the whirlwind night one of the girls got when she went on a "one on one" as they call it.
And all totally unrealistic of course. Hey girls, I'd also whisk you off on a private jet for a night in San Francisco if ABC was bankrolling the date.
I have to admit, it was fun watching the really evil and envious looks on the other girls' faces when the girl who got the exclusive date was getting fitted with a million dollar necklace to wear.
That was the bukkake money shot, I guess.
This was the first time I've seen the show this season, and I would have to vote for Jenni the "Phoenix Suns dancer."
The distaste for the Republican field of presidential candidates is palpable these days - even among Republicans.
Their great white savior - oh, wait, it's the GOP, of course he's white - Fred Thompson hasn't exactly been bowling them over on the campaign trail, as witness this awkward moment captured by the Times:
Twenty-four minutes after he began speaking in a small restaurant the other day, Fred D. Thompson brought his remarks to a close with a nod of his head and an expression of thanks to Iowans for allowing him to “give my thoughts about some things.”
Then he stood face to face with a silent audience.
“Can I have a round of applause?” Mr. Thompson said, drawing a rustle of clapping and some laughter.
“Well, I had to drag that out of you,” he said.
You know, it's probably not a good sign when a candidate has to literally beg for some sort of applause.
PARIS (Reuters) - The Internet address www.sex.asia is likely to be the domain name most in demand next week when dot Asia Web sites are launched, Europe's .eu Internet domain registrar EURid said on Friday.
"No one knows which names will be most popular...but EURid's experience offers some clues. In the first two days .eu domain names became available, EURid received 227 applications for sex.eu, 118 for hotel.eu and 94 for travel.eu," EURid said in a statement. - Reuters
Sen. Larry Craig (R-Idaho) has changed his mind about resigning and will remain in the Senate through next year. His decision comes on the same day a Minnesota judge ruled Craig could not withdraw his guilty plea to disorderly conduct in a men's restroom at a Minnesota airport. - Washington Post
And the entertainment value of the Grand Old Party, you know the Family Values party, just keeps getting better and better.
If melting ice caps, dwindling polar bears and strange weather patterns don't make you both nervous and mad about global warming, this surely will:
SAY GOODBYE TO PINOT NOIR The reason you adore pinot noir is that it comes from a notoriously temperamental thin-skinned grape that thrives in cool climates. Warmer temperatures are already damaging the pinots from Oregon, “baking away” the grape’s berry flavors.
The piece goes on to list other things that make life worth living, from salmon dinners to ski vacations, all endangered by global warming. Read it and weep - especially for the risk posed to pinot noir.
As he tries to explain his bizzare tendency to take cell phone calls from his third wife when he's in the middle of political appearances, Rudy Giuliani said that, after 9/11, he always tries to speak with Princess Judi on the phone if one of them is flying: On Friday he told David Brody of CBN News that since 9/11, when he and Mrs. Giuliani get on a plane, "most of the time . . . we talk to each other and just reaffirm the fact that we love each other."
Which is sort of interesting when you look at the chronology of his storied life in matrimony:
"In 1984 he married Donna Hanover, with whom he has two children, Andrew and Caroline. The couple had a messy split in 2002 and the next year he married Judith Nathan."
Now, I'm not a professional numerologist or anything, but, as far as I can tell, 2003 came after September of 2001. Surely the front runner in the Family Values party wasn't carrying on with a mistress for years before he dumped Hanover during a live televised press conference?
Apparently there has been a scientific study of what the perfect breasts entail.
The key aesthetic elements are nipple position and the proportion between the upper and lower halves of the breast, cosmestic surgeon Patrick Mallucci said.
"The ideal is a 45 to 55 per cent proportion - that is the nipple sits not at the half-way mark down the breast, but at about 45 per cent from the top."
He added: "All of the models I looked at conformed to these parameters. None of them were augmented and yet they were clearly considered to have beautiful breasts, so I wanted to examine how that could be achieved in someone not so well-endowed by using an implant.
"It's about wanting to create something as close to perfection as possible."
Mr Mallucci said the best breasts belong to the model Caprice Bourret - a view shared by many of his clients.
He added that said patients frequently begged him not to make their breasts the same shape as Victoria Beckham's "unnaturally round" globes. - Daily Mail
I'm not sure who this Caprice person is, but I would have to agree with the findings.
In an interesting story about some recent troubles plaguing the Rudy Giuliani campaign as he runs for the GOP nomination, The New York Timesnoted among them: "two rogue volunteers exploiting the memory of 9/11 to raise money."
Two rogue volunteers?
Exploiting 9/11 is Giuliani's whole rationale for running. It's all he talks about.
This guy claimed he spent as much time at Ground Zero than any of the firemen and cops.
He implies that because he was mayor on that day, he somehow is now an expert on terror.
And when he got criticized last week for stopping in the middle of a speech to answer a cell phone call from his wife (that's wife #3 for those keeping score at home) he later said, “Quite honestly, since Sept. 11, most of the time when we get on a plane, we talk to each other and just reaffirm the fact that we love each other.” See, 9/11 made him rude.
Those campaign volunteers eventually lost their jobs because they were charging $9.11 for tickets to an event.
Rudy has made something like $70 million in consulting and speech fees since 9/11.
