As for Rudy, he rambled through his inexplicable health insurance plan—though "plan" is really too kind a word. Well, he said, we could try this, then maybe that. A tax cut here, free enterprise at work there, and, by the way, the poor don’t need health insurance because they are all on Medicaid. And the Democrats just like to have government regulate "because they think they know better."

On immigration, he said, we’ve got to "change behavior." It might take two or three years. Get the cameras up on the border. Stop them from coming in. Question and clear illegals. Let them work so long as they paid taxes, etc., etc.

After this mania, it was time for the main act in which Rudy does his best impression of Churchill. He described, yet again, enduring the hell of the 9/11 attack, how he lost his best friends, grieved with the families of victims, and came away uplifted as construction workers on their own volition appeared to clear the site where the World Trade Center once stood. The raising of the flag at Ground Zero by a fireman, Rudy said, made him think of the Marines at Iwo Jima. He went on to say that we’re in the midst of a war against terrorism., where there is sacrifice and soldiers won’t be home for the holidays. Rudy said he was reminded of Bing Crosby singing the World War II song "I’ll be home for Christmas…only in my dreams." Rudy likened Iraq to the Battle of the Bulge.

The Battle of the Bulge? Thousands upon thousands of American troops battling the Nazis in an enormous climactic battle in the freezing winter, dying in the bitter cold. And Rudy equates this heroic struggle with the war in Iraq. Disgusting.

The crowd sat silently, applauded, and marched back to work.