Rudy, You Rascal, You

Rudy, You Rascal, You
by Jean Carnahan

The blogosphere is a-twitter over Rudy Giuliani’s weekend escapades in the Hamptons accompanied by his lover and a bevy of security officers.  Old news, but this time with a dangerous kicker: he billed other city agencies for tens of thousands of dollar for his bodyguards. 

With this recent exposé, some predict the former New York mayor is doomed to slide below Ron Paul in the Iowa caucus.

  I’m not so sure.

Look at all we learn about Rudy’s character and abilities from this latest disclosure.

First, he is a man that takes security seriously and is willing for government to pay the price when and where protection is needed.  We need only look at the measures he took to preserve the safety of his love-nest, to know that he would be equally diligent in preserving our ports, bridges, and towers. 

Secondly, he understands creative financing and how to shuffle expenses to those departments responsible for such minor activities as providing services for the indigent and disabled.  What a resourceful leader!  There should no longer be any doubt for primary voters: Rudy knows how to balance a budget on the backs of the poor—a necessary requirement for any aspiring GOP candidate.

Third—and perhaps most revealing—the hard-driving mayor, knows how to relax in style.  In the months running up to 9-11, he spent every weekend with his gal pal in the Hamptons, the posh New York hamlet far removed from the hubbub of the masses.  Those looking for more transparency in government must surely admire the Mayor’s openness in conducting his extramarital affair, for he made little attempt to conceal the relationship, neighbors say.

I think this will all turn out as a plus for Rudy.   Overcoming such political handicaps as a receding hairline, a Bronx accent, and a fondness for cross-dressing, the Mayor has shown his ability to secure “strategic sites,” cleverly manipulate the municipal checkbook, and still have time for the “the pursuit of happiness.” 

I say . . . Go Big Apple Man, Go!