NYTimes Endorsements

The New York Times has endorsed Hillary Clinton and John McCain for the Democratic and Republican nominations.

This passage from the McCain endorsement is sure to get the most press:

Why, as a New York-based paper, are we not backing Rudolph Giuliani? Why not choose the man we endorsed for re-election in 1997 after a first term in which he showed that a dirty, dangerous, supposedly ungovernable city could become clean, safe and orderly? What about the man who stood fast on Sept. 11, when others, including President Bush, went AWOL?

That man is not running for president.

The real Mr. Giuliani, whom many New Yorkers came to know and mistrust, is a narrow, obsessively secretive, vindictive man who saw no need to limit police power. Racial polarization was as much a legacy of his tenure as the rebirth of Times Square.

Mr. Giuliani’s arrogance and bad judgment are breathtaking. When he claims fiscal prudence, we remember how he ran through surpluses without a thought to the inevitable downturn and bequeathed huge deficits to his successor. He fired Police Commissioner William Bratton, the architect of the drop in crime, because he couldn’t share the limelight. He later gave the job to Bernard Kerik, who has now been indicted on fraud and corruption charges.

The Rudolph Giuliani of 2008 first shamelessly turned the horror of 9/11 into a lucrative business, with a secret client list, then exploited his city’s and the country’s nightmare to promote his presidential campaign.

I don’t think the Times like Rudy very much anymore.

By the way, here’s the paper’s 1997 endorsement of Giuliani for re-election as mayor.

Jury Duty

I had jury duty today. I have it again tomorrow.

This is my first time having jury duty. I don’t know how I’ve managed to avoid it in the past, but I guess everyone’s number comes up eventually.

I wasn’t picked for a jury today – I didn’t even get randomly picked to go through voir dire. But I got to watch a bunch of other people go through it. It was actually really interesting to listen to a group of randomly-assembled New Yorkers talk about their jobs, where they live, their family status, and whether they’d ever been the victim of a crime. (If I get chosen for voir dire tomorrow I guess I’ll mention this incident.)

It’s fun playing anthropology at jury duty. Especially in Manhattan, with all its diversity. Among the randomly-chosen people were a fashion designer, a magazine editor, some corporate types, a vegetable-stand owner, a custodian, and an actress/cocktail waitress.

Also, there were two Svetlanas.

Assuming I don’t actually get picked for a jury, jury duty isn’t so bad.