Rudy is going to Mexico City to help clean up crime in Distrito Federal
for something like $4 million a year.
Before Sept. 11, I thought Rudy was a puritanical cocksucker, and he may still be. But I like him anyway.
And I like Mexico City, the steaming masses and choked skyline. I once thought I would live in El Zocalo
for 10 years and learn how to play the trumpet, something about my sketches of Spain being inaudible scribbles on the ears of the deaf.
Something like that.
For Rudy and Mexico City, I hope he doesn’t get assassinated down there. I don’t want Rudy dead, and the people of Mexico do not deserve another stain on the national psyche.
The guy stood amid the rubble and gas of Sept. 11, but he wasn’t safe in our capital.
It’s a different ballgame down there, New York mayor or not.
Good luck, Rudy.