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RAOUL Felder was very busy last week
claiming in separate court appearances that his two favorite
clients - Romeo Giuliani and Judi - are both broke. Sheesh!
They get around pretty good for a couple so down on their
luck.
Rudy claimed he's only got $7,000 left to his name, (not
counting the $3 million book offer that he must have forgotten
about, and hey, that can happen to anybody).
And Judi claimed she's so broke that she's in the minus
category - like $45,000 in debt - despite working at a job she
never seems to have to go to, and getting child-support
payments for a child she doesn't live with. Dear God! She may
have to cut down on Hermes scarves.
But help is on the way - in the form of more! more! more!
litigation. Rudy wants to get his hands on Donna's bank
account because, said Felder without a hint of irony, "This is
a man who pays his own way in life." (Excluding rent, phone
and utilities that come with the gig.) It's that premium cable
TV. It always adds up to more than you think.
Nathan, meantime, asked the court to up her child-support
payments - despite the fact her daughter's been living with
her dad since December. Why Bruce Nathan doesn't ask for child
support, I don't know.
Please, God - is it January 2002 yet?
Must-see TV
IF you thought Saddam Hussein was feared and hated in the
role of international terrorist, it's nothing compared to the
fear and loathing he'll generate in his upcoming position - TV
producer.
Yes, his (well, almost certainly his) anonymously
published, very racy novel "Zabibah and the King" is about to
become a miniseries. But "Zab" (Hollywood talk) will be shown
only on Iraqi TV - until it's pirated four minutes later, that
is.
Since the miniseries is going to be loaded with lots of
steamy sex, it brings up the question of just who will
play the steamy scenes, since 95 percent of Iraqis are Muslim.
Punishment for adultery, as you've heard, can be as simple
as 100 lashes, or as strict as being stoned to death after
getting buried in the ground to just above your breasts (men
get buried up to the waist).
And you thought the casting couch was tough on actresses!
Tidal wave
NOTICE to swimmer Tom Gallagher, who's doing a 300-mile
charity swim to raise money for a school for kids with Down's
syndrome: After reading about your near-arrest by cops who
mistook you for an escaped Rikers inmate, The Moses &
Aaron Foundation for handicapped kids and Bally Total Fitness
called me to say they'll donate the entire fitness
center for the school. If you've finished swimming by Monday
night, you can find them at their fun fund-raiser at the China
Club. Or call here.
An exorcise in absurdity
IF, to paraphrase Dylan, everybody must get stoned for
committing adultery (well, in some places, anyway), at the
Vatican they're more concerned with married sex. Of the
clerical kind.
In what can only be described as a well-thought-out,
logical conclusion, the Vatican's chief exorcist told the
National Enquirer the marriage of Archbishop Emmanuel Milingo
is nothing a good exorcism can't fix.
The Vatican's man, Fr. Gabriele Amorth, said Milingo -
who's quite the exorcist himself - has simply been exposed to
the devil too many times. "Satan took possession of him, and
led him into this grotesque wedding, " he said.
Since divorce is not possible for the Catholic cleric, an
exorcism seems a good second choice. Amorth says he'd be happy
to exorcise him - even by phone - but Milingo hasn't called
him back.
After going through a divorce myself, I urge Milingo to
pick up the darned phone. Believe me, exorcism's a walk in the
park compared to dealing with divorce lawyers.
You've got e-mail
FROM MLR: "Why is Rudy so attractive to women? He's going
bald, he publicly claims he can't have sex, and now he's
broke. I'll stick to chubby cops." . . . From dmatalene: "I
got off the escalator at Saks' shoe sale behind a very
expensively dressed lady, who took one look and sniffed, 前h,
God - it's like a flea market in Bangladesh!' Yep, I bet those
Bangladeshis are lined up around the block to pay $300 for
sale shoes."
E-mail: linda@nypost.com