“He hit me.”
Having lived in the NYC area for a few years, I kept reasonably close tabs on the doings of NYC mayor Rudy Giuliani. But over at the Group News Blog, there’s a brilliant roundup of all the awful crap Giuliani has done. My favorite part:
The ex-wife, and former local news anchor Donna Hanover. Now, ain’t nobody a saint in this miserable world. And you can best believe that if as rumored, Giuliani’s hired some of Rove’s people to work for him, they’ve spoken to every store clerk Hanover’s ever cut an eye at or loudly “harrumph”-ed. But Hanover’s ability to sink Rudy like a lead-loaded fucking Titanic with the least effort of anyone, is something his people are desperately fearful about. Donna and the equally estranged Giuliani kids, to be precise. Witness the firestorm that developed when Rudy’s man-mountain of a pissed-off son took him to task, “Harry Chapin/Cats In The Cradle” style over his years of non-parenting.
Hanover you’ll recall, didn’t say a fucking word. Rudy’s son and daughter threw shit at him and he found himself stammering in trying to answer for it, falling back on the lame-o “P-p-please give my family privacy” schpiel.
Understand…Hanover…didn’t say a fucking word.
And didn’t have to, either. Seeing her relationship with Rudy, it’s like watching a friendly game of Mortal Kombat–benign and entertaining to see as a spectator, until you realize that she knows that special, sick button combo that enables her to unlock and effortlessly use that fucked-up, grisly-ass move where she can chop off all of his appendages, electrically skin him, and then jab her hand into his back and rip his spine out, waving the damn thing around and laughing as the basket-cased body crumbles to dust. And he has no defense against it whatsoever.
That’s how badly she can kick his ass if she–or anyone in her camp–and there’s a lotta sympathetic people–chooses to drop dime on just how shitty he was to her and the kiddies. Let leak his verbal abusiveness? Revive the talk of possible physical abuse? Slip mentions of his unbridled callousness, and ugly, hushed-up public humiliations? There are scores of people–connected people in this town with horror stories of this sort, practically bubbling the lids off the pots. And all Donna Hanover has to do is say, “serve ’em up”…and baby, everybody’s gonna get fed. She’s held her tongue for quite a while…and something tells me that it ain’t gonna last forever–the kids’ early “test” salvoes seem to be harbingers for some big torpedoes to be fired from her “camp”.
That would make Mark Foley look like choir practice. I’ve always wondered why Mario Cuomo never ran, and I figured he had some awful mayoral shit in his closet. But Giuliani….damn.