Back when rat-faced 9/11 pornographer Rudy Giuliani was just another cross-dressing sleazebag New York politician kicked out of his house for banging his mistress, the only two people who would take him in were two kindly homosexual gentlemen. And so, for months, Rudy Giuliani was the third leg of this curious tripod: a supposedly straight, serial-marrying power-mad big city mayor sharing an apartment with two nice gay men — sort of like The Odd Couple + La Cage aux Folles × Richard III. And Rudy promised his friends that if gay marriage ever became legal in the state of New York, he would happily perform the wedding ceremony. Can you guess what Rudy da Rat is doing now? Hiding. Not answering his phone.
“I asked if he would marry us,” recalled Howard Koeppel, the unlikely provider of an emergency Midtown crash pad to Giuliani for six months when his marriage to Donna Hanover was crumbling and Gracie Mansion was a war zone.
“He said, ‘Howard, I don’t ever do anything that’s not legal. If it becomes legal in New York, you’ll be one of the first ones I would marry.’ “
Ten years later, Koeppel is distressed that his former house guest hasn’t returned the many calls he began making before the legislation was passed last week.
Thanks for popping back in the news, Rudy, during this summer of Bachmann/Palin/Gingrich idiocy, to remind us that you are truly America’s #1 Asshole. [NY Post via Monsieur Grumpe]
(Note: While the City of New York still makes it very difficult for “anyone to officiate a wedding,” because of the Wedding Officiate Industry of part-time rabbis and reverends and judges who pocket a lot of cash for 15 minutes of generic inanity, all mayors of New York have the curious legal authority to perform marriages both during and forever after their term of office.)