The mayor has every right to attack dung-flecked art -- except the right to sanction a museum showing it. As if such particulars ever mattered to the Scarpia of City Hall.

Hillary Clinton may not be a seasoned pol, but she kicked off her Senate campaign like one, coming on not like gangbusters but like someone with all the time in the world.

Where were the leaders, especially the Democrats, who could speak with conviction and compassion in the aftermath of the Diallo verdicts? Out to lunch, mostly.

Showcasing a Benetton ad's worth of moderate conservatives, Bush has embarked on a journey to the center. Will the right stay quiet for the ride?

One day he looks utterly invincible, another he seems shaky and politically enfeebled -- and that's just in one week. Will the real George Pataki please stand up?

Despite his $5 billion deficit, the mayor won't challenge the governor to raise taxes (at least, not till after the election). Can Gifford Miller force Bloomberg's hand?

The new ferry landing at Pier 11 has a magical impact on Wall Street's waterfront; unlike South Street Seaport, it merges the land and the harbor.

Team Ferrer accuses Mark Green of playing the race card in the runoff, but that ugly game was begun by Bronx party chief Roberto Ramirez eighteen months ago.

That deadly asteroid homing in on Geraldine Ferraro's campaign is Charles Schumer, who has the record and now the money to win the primary and take on Al D'Amato.

Could the governor lose? Actually, yes. For one thing, owing to New York's arcane election laws, he could lose to himself. And that's only the silliest possibility in this silly political season.