Rudy Giuliani’s coat holder, Tony Carbonetti, apparently found a Washington Post reporter dumb enough to print some BS about Rudy. 

The Primary Day edition of the New York Post, in a story about the Manhattan District Attorney contest includes a quote from Henry Stern.

Earlier in the year, it became clear that personal circumstances were going to keep me from endorsing in the 33^rd Councilmanic District, where I happen to live.

But nothing is going to stop me from saying who you shouldn’t vote for.

There are SEVEN candidates in this race. Only three of them (Steve Levin, Jo Anne Simon and Evan Theis) have any grasp on reality. The other four are running for a seat in the Borough of Oz.

Ken Baer is a pathetic little round-faced man , without a friend or a clue, constantly smiling without reason or comprehension and walking around in a lonely fog as other people cruelly laugh at him.

Dybbuk, shortly to enter the first grade, had just finished a week of drama camp, and was now set to return to the spa for children founded years before by a front group for the Communist Party.

“Bubbe” he asked his maternal grandmother, “did you go to camp?”

“No,” she sighed, “thank G-d we had an attic.”

Years later, Bubbe‘s cousin tried to get Yad Vashem to honor the Polish family who’d valiantly hidden them for four long years, giving them food when they barely had enough for themselves. Sadly, the only surviving member, who was but a child at the time, was too afraid of what the neighbors would think if they learned her family had hidden Jews.

Back in the 1970s, Jerry Brown swept to power in California with a new-agey challenge to traditional Democratic liberalism that repackaged fiscal moderation with environmentalism and some “small is beautiful” rhetoric, and then sold it as innovative, even radical change.

San Francisco punk rockers The Dead Kennedys saw right through the malarkey, but overreacted with a song called “California Uber Alles.”

Then came 1980 and the election of Ronald Reagan, and suddenly the DK’s realized they made a slight error in the object of their fury. They took the tune and chorus, but added new lyrics about President Bonzo and called the re-written song “We’ve got a Bigger Problem Now.“

Queens Borough President: Helen Marshall. In late October or early November of 2001, our City still reeling from the horrors of 9/11, at a time when my work assignments were expanded to include attending meetings on rebuilding Lower Manhattan both physically and emotionally, and putting on rubber gloves everyday to inspect the mail for suspicious packages before it was opened (a task which at least once led to a visit to our office by men wearing protective space suits), I accompanied a date on a evening of Musical Comedy held at a Bulgarian restaurant in Sunnyside. It was there I first encountered Borough President Marshall’s main opponent, Marc Leavitt, whose performance as a roadshow version of Mark Russell I was attending.

Although the smoked fish platter was excellent, the evening would not have been worth it, even if I had gotten laid. It was not the lameness of Mr. Leavitt’s attempts at levity I most strenuously objected to (although, make no mistake about it; I objected on those grounds as well), but rather his attempts at political commentary.

(This column was posted on 5/17/13 and buried here)

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I expect to win my race for the 40th council district. I expect to get the votes of more than half of those who show up to vote in this race. I will say no more on this right now. I also expect that the turnout in my race will be higher than usual. I will say more on that at another time. Expect the highest raw number for a Dem primary winner in this district since the lines were cut in 1991.

Right here and now, let me formally endorse Billy Thompson for mayor. After the primary we democrats have to throw down big time to make Billy the next mayor of this city. Believe me when I say that Billy Thompson has a tremendous chance of being our next mayor. No matter how much money Mike Bloomberg spends it won’t help him escape the wrath of voters from his overturning of the term limits referendum. The vulgarity of his money splurge for more power will be his downfall this time around. New Yorkers will show Mike B that they won’t be bought. Watch!

I wanted to write more about endorsements, but time is getting short and family obligations intruded. Paradoxically, this led to a far longer Rock piece than I intended to write, as I just extracted it from a chapter of my unfinished book.

As such, I probably will not have the chance to write a real endorsements piece. The following are being attached for the benefit of those who’ve insisted. If I get a chance, I might explicate and/or expand, but don’t count on it.

Mayor: Bill Thompson: The only one who even has a theoretical shot of giving Bloomberg a challenge. If I wanted to cast a vote for a nut who’s willing to say whatever comes to his mind–not the worst choice in some City Council races (Remember, I endorsed Rock); I’d vote for Reverend Billy, not Tony Avella.