Being in London during the 06 elections and you feel a tad under water. The Beeb reported the main news -- good day for dems, bad for W -- but they didn't report the races I wanted to hear about.
In Westchester, my son's therapist's brother-in-law ran against a Republican, Sue Kelly. He's John Hall, the lead singer of Orleans. I had to wait to read about his return. It turns out that Kelly ranaway from a reporter on video when asked about Mark Foley, the congressman with a thing for teenage pages.
I was also interested in the Attorney general race. I liked Jeanine Pirro as the Westchester AG but she ran a lousy campaign against Hillary that even George Pataki urged her to drop out. And she was caught on tape urging a top NYPD official to bug her husband's yacht because of a long-brewing affair. Jeanine P is one of those odd contradictions: she fights for women's rights, she is smart and tough but seems addicted to her scumbag husband. That is why her initial race with Hillary would have been something to watch.
Still, couldn't vote for Andrew Cuomo. He needs to be stopped and now.
London was fun. The weather held out and it's a city with a ton of energy. The neighborhoods last for about a block or two and I cannot walk for long without getting lost. Oh, but for NYC's grid system...
Not all was fun for some. One morning, outside the hotel, a maid was furiously scrubbing the sidewalk. According to the clerk, there had been a stabbing. Couldn't wait to get back to Manhattan after that.
But even that didn't compare to a cab ride where I was lectured on the ultimate terrorists, George W. Bush. He ranted about the terrors of the F-16 and the B-52 bomber and no one mentions that. "And don't get me started on bloody Israel." So, here it comes. I paid the fare and he said that one day Americans would be lucky enough to go to Cuba like the rest of the world. Ah, sweet Cuba. Fine cigars, teen prostitutes and jails for homosexuals. Sounds so civilized, no?
