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DNC Buzz: New York Post slams CLT

Hell hath no fury like a big-city gossip queen scorned. New York Post columnist Cindy Adams, to be exact. Girlfriend got shunted to the back lot for the DNC, put in a Rock Hill hotel to her horror – and let’s just say she’s not one to suffer in silence. Nor, apparently, to do actual reporting.

“North Carolina,” she wrote – after declaring it “home of nothing” – “does ribs for breakfast. Pork barbecue ribs. Its nearby best restaurants are the Filling Station and Frog’s Leap Public House” (one misspelled, both hours away – though they’d be 30 minutes closer if she’d been important enough to get a room in Charlotte). “In ancient Aramaic, ‘North Carolina’ stands for shingles.” (We’ll see your religious reference and raise you one Billy Graham.)

But let no one say she prejudges. She says we may beat Tampa in one respect: There, “room service didn’t exist. Guests had to schlep downstairs and pour breakfast coffee from a lobby urn.”

Ah. So the Republicans didn’t care what she thought, either. Bless her heart.

A fast one

Hell hath no fury like a big-city gossip queen scorned. New York Post columnist Cindy Adams, to be exact. Girlfriend got shunted to the back lot for the DNC, put in a Rock Hill hotel to her horror – and let’s just say she’s not one to suffer in silence. Nor, apparently, one to do actual reporting.

“North Carolina,” she wrote – after declaring it “home of nothing” – “does ribs for breakfast. Pork barbecue ribs. Its nearby best restaurants are the Filling Station and Frog’s Leap Public House” (one misspelled, both hours away – though they’d be 30 minutes closer if she’d been important enough to get a room in Charlotte). “In ancient Aramaic, ‘North Carolina’ stands for shingles.” (We’ll see your religious reference and raise you one Billy Graham.) But let no one say she prejudges. She says we may top Tampa in one respect: There, “room service didn’t exist. Guests had to schlep downstairs and pour breakfast coffee from a lobby urn.”

Ah. So the Republicans didn’t care what she thought, either. Bless her heart.

A fast one

If the Paul Ryan Marathon Misstep comes up this week (WashPo suspects it will), here’s the backstory: Ryan told a radio host his best marathon time was “a two hour and fifty-something.” That seemed ... unlikely to Runner’s World magazine, which checked. Oops! He’s run one, in 1990, and it wasn’t quite a impressive “sub-3:00”: He ran in 4 hours, 1 minute, 25 secs. Area runner Serena Weidner (hey, Cindy! She’s from Fort Mill) thinks he wanted to sound faster than Sarah Palin (3:59:36!), saying Tuesday: “I don’t think it’s possible (to forget your time). I know the exact seconds of mine.” (Wondering what your Ryan-adjusted time would be? http://bit.ly/RDqlAv.)

That Bev -- no, that one

@GovBevPerdue managed to get Tweets aired on MSNBC – despite not actually being Gov. Bev Perdue. Sample (parodic!) Tweets:

To @PeterHambyCNN’s Bev Perdue’s prepared remarks: 6 paragraphs long: “1 paragraph devoted to Bojangles, 1 to Cheerwine, 4 for policy.”

Replying to @bdavis2059’s @GovBevPerdue: thank you for embarrassing our state on national TV yet again! #worstgovinhistory: “No Prob! Hugs & Kisses!”

Burning Qs & As

Q: In the HuffPo DNC drinking game ( http://huff.to/Si1O6l): Seriously? Not one Junior Johnson moonshine reference?

A: Hardest button to obtain at the DNC? OBAMA, Y’ALL. By Tuesday afternoon, street vendors, hotels and the store at the Visitors Bureau were out. One half-full box was left upstairs at the Charlotte Convention Center.

Q: Can edgy Kal Penn’s promise of “a four-letter word” in his wrapup have been more predictable? (“VOTE.”)

A: Police officer, asked directions by a pedestrian Tuesday: “You can only go north on Tyrone Street.”

If the Paul Ryan Marathon Misstep comes up here this week (WashPo seems sure it will), here’s what happened: Ryan told a radio host his best marathon time was “two hour(s) and fifty-something.” That seemed … unlikely to Runner’s World magazine, which checked. Oops, reported RW: He’s run one marathon, the Grandma’s (really: in Duluth) in 1990. Not a “sub-3:00,” as you running people say – not even sub four: 4 hours, 1 minute, 25 secs. (Wondering what your Paul Ryan-adjusted time would be? Go to www.paulryantimecalculator.com.)

It’s a thin blue line

Overheard coptalk:

To a pedestrian, “You can only go north on Tyrone Street.”

To a Philly officer, from a CLT one: “How about that Mummers Parade? You ever work that?”

To the air: “ Man, I wish we were giving jaywalking tickets.”

To a reporter, about the paintball guns some police are carrying: “Yeah, it packs a pretty good little punch.” (Color? Orange.)

Sign of the day

Has to be CodePink’s -- see the slide show.

Button update of the day

Hardest to obtain? OBAMA, Y’ALL. By Tuesday afternoon, street vendors, hotels and the store at the Charlotte Visitors Bureau were out. One half-full box was left upstairs at the Charlotte Convention Center.

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