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This is another photo of me with Rudy Giuliani taken from the same run-in we had in Denver. I was lucky enough to see him in both Colorado AND St. Paul. I guess we're really in synch. I like to squint my eyes until Rudy's face turns into Obama. I'd much rather bask in the sunshine of change and hope with Barack than bask in the radioactivity of Rudy. Oh well. I'll let you know what happened in St Paul with Rudy soon enough. But for now, be warned...

This is another photo of me with Rudy Giuliani taken from the same run-in we had in Denver. I was lucky enough to see him in both Colorado AND St. Paul. I guess we're really in synch. I like to squint my eyes until Rudy's face turns into Obama. I'd much rather bask in the sunshine of change and hope with Barack than bask in the radioactivity of Rudy. Oh well. I'll let you know what happened in St Paul with Rudy soon enough. But for now, be warned...

On Thursday I predicted that my Obama-flage would convert people to the Obama cause. But I never would have predicted that my first convert would be Rudy Giuliani

It's Giuliani time... in Denver. While I was walking down the streets of Denver  with Megan Carpintier and Spencer Ackerman and Seth Pierce on my way to a Media Matters event, I spotted my former Mayor, Rudy Giuliani. After years of grimacing at the sight of Giuliani who protected our city from squeegy men and our cops from the law, I said what I had practiced in front of the mirror so many times and challenged by saying: "I'm a native New Yorker. Can I get a picture with you?" Wow. So much for the anti-police brutality rallies I went to in high school. But had I spoken truth to Mayoral Power, I would not have been able to score this amazing photo. And my Obama-flage hat had the subliminal and hypnotic affect I was hoping for. And he knew that turning down an offer to pose in a photo with camouflage would be letting the terrorists win. But what he didn't know was that appearing in a photo with Obama-flage would be helping Obama win.

OK. I promised I wouldn't cry. And this time I didn't. But I was moved by Hillary's speech and I was thrilled when she asked her "supporters" (ie McCain fans in Hillary fans' gear):

I want you to ask yourselves: were you in this campaign just for me? Or were you in it for that young Marine and others like him?

This, of course, sums up the basic idea that Hillary "supporters" who are "supporting" for Hillary by ignoring Hillary's plea to support Obama are either fake or idiotic. I will have a good story tomorrow about my run in with PUMA peops. I will also have a great photo of me with a Republican! It's a surprise.

Bill Clinton lip syched I love you. I wonder who he was saying that to...

It's official. Michelle Obama looks great in every single color under the sun. Wow! We've seen her in purple, green/blue, and, tonight, beige! And she pulls every one off. Wow.

Oh, above is the photo of me and my new BFF Mich!

Forgot to mention the big take-away message from Michelle speech last night: I HAVE To marry into the Obama family. Not sure how, but will keep you posted.

I always thought I had a spiritual connection with Mich, but now that I've actually met* Michelle Obama, I know I have it. In all seriousness, she is awesome. Here is what I learned from her speech today, which I saw live!!! in Denver:

Michelle was a really fat baby! I love fat babies. They are the cutest. [photos coming soon. But trust me. Chubby cheeks]

Michelle used to be anti inter-office action. Michelle used to have a firm no office booty policy. But Barack was determined.

The way to Michelle's heart is though her stomach/ ice cream is Michelle's aphrodisiac of choice. In a video before Michelle's speech, Barack revealed his game plan: his "big move" was inviting her for some post office-picnic ice cream.

Michelle looks amazing in every single color. The purple looked great and the green blue she wore tonight looked amazing. Try getting away with those colors, Cindy! You'll look even more corpse-like than usual.

I promised I wouldn't cry! But I did. No political speech has ever made me cry. But this one did. I teared up a few times, but the mascara didn't run until Michelle said:

He's the same man who drove me and our new baby daughter home from the hospital 10 years ago this summer, inching along at a snail's pace, peering anxiously at us in the rearview mirror, feeling the whole weight of her future in his hands, determined to give her everything he'd struggled so hard for himself, determined to give her what he never had: the affirming embrace of a father's love.

Oy. I'm all feklempt again. More tomorrow... including celebrity sitings.

* I saw her from the third floor of Democratic National Convention at the Pepsi Center in Denver. But that's like meeting.