This is the worst posturing and politicizing of an event since, well, George Bush used 9/11 for every failed policy.

If your life doesn't already suck enough having lost a loved one in 9/11, here's a real downer -- having breakfast with Rudy on Thanksgiving. Oh, yeah, and being used as a political photo-op in addition. What sane person, even a supporter of Guiliani, would attend such an event?

Speak for yourself!! I'm working on my Twin Towers Jello mold right now.

I never thought I'd see the time when anyone out did Bush by using others' suffering and pain for political advantage and photo ops.

But, I dunno, Giuliani is closing the gap.

If they will talk politics at Thanksgiving dinner...

That's like sacrilegous isn't it?

Which kind of makes talking about politics at any time sacrilegous for religious families. Thus explaining part of the problem with both democracy and the United States o' America.

Sounds to me like he's not too popular with those folks. Please check back and see how many show up.

..seeing as huge numbers of NYC firefighters and police now hate Rudy's guts -- and are actively campaigning against him. But then again, Repubs don't actually invite the public to any of their 'public' events -- only a carefully-screened, vetted and cleansed group of true believers.

Aren't these "emergency workers" largely composed of the firefighters who died because they didn't get the police message to evacuate - a fact blamed on Giuliani's slow replacement of old communication gear? Aren't their families the ones who had to stop looking for them and are angry at Giuliani for that decision? I thought one of the most vocal groups against Giuliani were the families of emergency workers killed on 9/11. How is this going to work?

Did anyone really expect anything else from Rudy? I'm waiting for the "pardoned" turkey to get a Cabinet-post in the lame-duck Bush administration. Rudy is a one-note pol that is running on 2001's "9/11." Awful as that day was, he is still NOT "America's Mayor." Sorry, but those of us in the West still think he's all blowhard and know-nothing.

Hey, Atlanta is running out of drinking water. Well, I have never seen those "mostly Southern" Republicans worrying about the century old water problems of the West. Really, where's the talk about the water war between California and Arizona and Nevada? What will Atlanta do without the produce of ALL the West? Continue to spend more for produce from Central and South America?

Southeast America . . .How did that religious Fundamentalism work out? Just 'cause you believe in God, doesn't mean that he wasn't warning ya'll. Oh, no, maybe Gore is right!

We are supposed to be our "brothers' keepers." I don't see that at all. What happens in Atlanta is as important to me as what happens in Seattle, Milwaukee, Omaha, Sacramento or LA.

Global warming is real. The erosion of the middle class is very real.

You gave me my first LOL of the day. Brilliant. Thanks.

Why would anyone want to attend a big breakfast on Thanksgiving? For most people, isn't the whole day centered on the traditional Thanksgiving meal? That includes preparing it, visiting relatives, and not eating too much in the morning so you can indulge more later. And many families serve Thanksgiving dinner earlier in the day--more like lunchtime. To me it seems illogical. Maybe for Christmas, he can throw a reception with an Earth Day theme.

Sorry, but those of us in the West still think he's all blowhard and know-nothing.

We in New York think the same thing. I really don't understand how people outside of New York buy into this America's Mayor crap. Talk to New Yorkers, we'll tell you what he's really all about.

he and Kerik to boff their "goilfriends" while "Rome" was about to be attacked, was burning, or while it was smoldering once reduced to cindars. What a very sick man indeed. And we thought George Bush was creepy...

There will be special 9" by 11", oval shaped pancakes, crepes and omelets. (Not to mention, waffles.)

The menu will also feature delicious, gourmet, rectangular sausages, formulated specifically in a proprietary casing for this event by our culinary staff to plump to exactly 9/11" square.

Exactly 9/11". No tolerance.

And they will be served standing proudly upright, dare I say, "Towering," two per plate, piping hot with steam billowing eastward.

Don't be late.

Breakfast will be served promptly, at eleven minutes after nine.

H9ppy T11anksgiving,

Rudy

On September 10th 2001, most of America outside of NYC was convinced that NY was nothing but queers, black people, lesbians, communists, perverts, illegal aliens, Hatians, the Mafia, Indian cabdrivers, crackheads, liberals, effete elitists and chassidic Jews. All of a sudden we were all heroes because of our zipcode. There's so much bullshit all around I can surf on it.

Lemmie see, let's say I was the son of a rescue worker who was ground into shreds no bigger than a fingernail clipping when the towers came down.

Now I get an invitation to come to a meal to sit with a bunch of other people who only share one thing in common: The searing pain of losing a most cherished family member in a sudden and horrific moment. And this invitation is for breakfast on the morning of a holiday, Thanksgiving, when tradition and custom says you come together in private with the closest of family and friends to give thanks for what you've got.

On this day, in most homes around America, people are readying their house for guests, the cooks are in the kitchen early, getting pies made and getting the bird in the oven. But I've got this invitation from Rudi Giuliani, a guy I've never met, but I've seen too much of on TV. A guy that is clearly doing this not for me and my family, but for himself, as another way for him to aggrandize himself and place himself right in the middle of a group of people who only have one thing in common, grief, on a day when each of those people would probably rather be elsewhere, focusing on the day reserved for bringing family together.

So lemmie see, what shall I do with this invitation? Well, I don't live in Manhattan, I live in Brooklyn. In order to attend this breakfast, I'd have to get up at dawn on a holiday and ride the stinking subway, running on holiday schedule, and then walk several blocks in the cold, oh and don't forget the Macy's Parade traffic and hassles. And then I'm supposed to show my invitation and get seated next to people I've never met but we share death and heartache as the first topic of conversation while Giuliani's staff makes sure the photographers are video imaging the whole damned stilted thing, and then hear comes the catered scrambled eggs and oily bacon and the nasty fried potatoes.

On the other hand, I could stay home in my slippers and robe and hang out in the kitchen with my mom, who is now a widow, and she sure as hell isn't going to want to attend Giuliani's breakfast because she'd rather carve him up than to carve the turkey.

So what should I do with the invitation. I think I'll send it back to Giuliani and tell him to poke it up there where the sun don't shine.