I can't help but see a Machiavellian public relations master at work in the chessboard world of Rudy Giuliani.
Two weeks ago he was down in the polls. The Civil Rights Commission was preparing to release a report confirming what eight million New Yorkers already know-the Mayor is running a racist police state. His wife was about to star in an off-broadway play about her vagina. He had lost the latest in a long string of civil rights lawsuits in which the judges accused him of deliberately violating the Constitution. Hillary Clinton was finally getting sosome traction upstate. Even the NY Post's most fawning Rudy booster, John Podhoretz, was attacking the Mayor for calling President Clinton and Janet Reno, Nazi Storm Troopers.
Then like the Empire, Rudy struck back. He announced that he'd been diagnosed with prostate cancer. After years of refusing to answer any personal questions there was Rudy frankly talking about his most intimate body parts. In an instant his image was tranformed from that of a mean-spirited bully into Saint Giuliani, the all-to-human, totally candid almost Oprah-like cancer patient next door. The whole City just wanted to give Rudy a big hug. Words like hero, bravery and candor were suddenly part of every sentence containing the Mayor's name.
His wife canceled her part in the Vagina Monologues. Hillary Clinton abruptly stopped discounting the Mayor as tempermentally unfit for the Senate. Even his most determined critics wrote glowing essays about the new Rudy.
In a few minutes, Giuliani had radically transformed his public image. The only problem was, his tactic was too sucessful. The Mayor knew he'd never be able to maintain the image of the softer, kinder, gentler Giuliani.
Like a Malathion-inebriated mosquito Rudy veered off in another direction. Saint Rudy suddenly became Stud Rudy publicly dining with his "very close personal friend"or as the Daily News called it, his new gal pal. In a matter of days the City went from contemplating a Rudy whose sex life-like his second marriage- appeared to be washed up to slyly winking at Rudy the Romantic, stealing away from the cares of running a great City for candlelight dinners with his new lady love.
Did vicious left-wing reporters break these stories or are they actually carefully-timed elements of the Mayor's Senate campaign? Apparantly Giuliani knew about the prostate cancer weeks before making the announcement.
The only surprise about his very very close female friend is why we didn't we hear about her previously. What other secrets is the media hiding about Rudy Giuliani? How could the Mayor spend intimate evenings and weekends with another woman and escort her to countless public appearances while running for the U.S. Senate-without the media reporting it?
The major papers now admit they have all been quietly documenting the Mayor's romantic assignations for months-how is it that they suddenly decided to go public with them? Is this new relationship of the Mayor's itself a coverup for something even more embarrassing?
In Rudy's latest and most expensive television ad, the theme of which is the Mayor's supposed integrity, Giuliani says, "We should be for real. We should be honest with each other and we should be authentic. You're going to be able to figure out what I'm going to do from what I've done and you're going to figure out the things I'm not going to do from the things that I've refused to do".
Well, we certainly know, depending on how many thousands of police are availiable at any given moment, what Rudy can do. And we also know that while the Mayor claims he doesn't care what people think about him, he is in reality a desperately manipulative control freak who mico-manages every aspect of his image the same way he personally manages the NYPD.
Therefore, we have to assume that the Mayor wanted us to know about his prostate cancer and about his new girlfriend.
Gee Rudy, you closed down the smut on 42nd Street, but you're giving us all the political pornography we could ever hope to see.