It’s GOP Debate night and I’m dreading the idea of having to watch the Seven Dwarves (plus three) duke it out at the Reagan Library. I’m heading uptown in a taxi to an "Obama for Women" event (more on that later) –and my taxi driver looks like he’s straight out of a Scorsese film. He’s railing against Giuliani. "You know what we New York City taxi drivers used to call Rudy–Adolph or Benito," he cackles. "I can’t wait for the rest of the country to find out who this guy really is."