Those were the popping mantras of the recent National Conference on LGBT Equality sponsored by the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force in goo

Finally, it’s Super Tuesday. It is also 62 degrees in Manhattan at 7:30 a.m. It is February.

Am just back from a lovely Olivia Cruise celebrating their 35th Anniversary. We sailed out of Ft. Lauderdale, where all the older Northern gays who can afford it have migrated.

The brilliant journalist Barbara Ehrenreich opined recently and hilariously, “With all the talk about how to stimulate it, you’d think that the economy is a giant clitoris.”

During the grand scheming of presidential politics, it’s always nice to remember what Tip O’Neill, the grand old pol of Massachusetts, used to say: “How ‘bout them Patriots?”

You’ll be happy to know that I have already broken my first New Year’s Resolution. I wanted to change my name to Plaxico Clinton, but my darling publicist nixed the idea.

How about we just put an asterisk next to any athlete who was not on Performance Enhancement Drugs or HGH and set a record?

For my high school graduation, I asked for and received a doctor’s supervised diet.