New 2fer: Judith REGAN recycles another ex- and didn't know a BinLaden

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http://www.nypost.com/gossip/cindy/cindy.htm

JUDITH Regan, best-selling publisher, reality show TV producer, etc., etc., is now a boutique unto herself. She has latched onto another who's an industry unto herself. New Yorker, singer, songwriter, boldfaced name Wafah Bin Ladin, who for professional purposes wants to be called Wafah DuFour (her mother's maiden name). However, everyone knows she comes from That Family. For this reason, Operation Regan has signed her for all kinds of things. A book, a movie, a whoknows. I called Judith for comment. Her people were shocked! . . . shocked! . . . said they knew nothing about this - even though I did. They said they'd call me back. They didn't. If they ever do, I'll be happy to fill them in.

http://www.nypost.com/gossip/pagesix/pagesix_u.htm

RECYCLED WRITER

POWERHOUSE publisher Judith Regan is bending the truth about the origins of her forthcoming "A Million Little Pieces" parody, "A Million Little Lies." "It came over the transom with our acquisitions editor," a HarperCollins rep told another paper, as if the book's author, Pablo F. Fenjves, were just some lucky stiff. Described by Regan in a press release as a "ghostwriter, screenwriter and studmuffin," Fenjves actually knows his patron intimately, having survived a down-and-dirty affair with the man-eating mogul-ess when they were fellow Dumpster-divers at the National Enquirer in the '70s. Unlike Regan's other ex, disgraced top cop Bernie Kerik, Fenjves must know how to treat a lady. Regan did not return calls.

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A couple of her men:

http://newyorkmetro.com/nymetro/news/media/columns/medialife/152/

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.... Then Judith and Rupert found each other -- and ReganBooks was born. Not only did their commercial instincts mesh, but Judy's what's-the-world-ever-done-for-me politics were highly compatible with the Murdoch view.

And then the sex part. It's a one-woman show.

I have never heard anyone talk about sex the way Judy does. I have never heard anyone talk about their sexual partners the way Judy does. I have never heard anyone analyze individual motivations, the workings of the marketplace, and politics, too, in such precisely sexual terms. The other day, on her show, she kept interrupting her tempered guests on the subject of why women like Bill Clinton, and, voice rising, saying: "They want to have sex with him -- that's why they like him!"

Early in her career at Simon & Schuster, she published a book called The Rogue Warrior and fought tooth and nail for a full-face cover photo of the author. "Don't they understand?" she stormed to me. "Women will buy this because they want to fuck him!" She got the full face and a best-seller.

(from DUer Gloria: ) http://www.zianet.com/insightanalytical/newlow.htm

Regan looked straight into the camera and for almost 10 minutes, delivered a pseudo stream-of-consciousness poetry riff mocking Clinton. Referring to his sad boyhood, she mocked his loneliness, then proclaimed that he built himself up and called himself KING, because "I am rich and I can do what I want!" She likened him to the cast out Socks, and envisioned him an old man meeting up with Socks at 125th street, both holding tin cups. ....

It was incredibly vicious. What was especially appalling was how she took the most painful aspects of Bill's background--his truly grievous childhood--and twisted them, using them to mock him. If this wasn't the "politics of personal destruction" I don't know how else you could describe this horrific display. ....

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And I (the poster) will claim credit for insight. Back when KERIK's book for REGAN was debutting, she hosted him on her Faux interview show. His tale was of his missing mother, who inexplicably abandoned him as a tot. She never showed up for a custody hearing. The premise of the book was that this tough uber-male had this hole in his heart, thereby setting the pants on fire of tough wingnuts of all genders. As she probed him about the book, she and KERIK locked smouldering, HOT gazes. Once the mother-thing was done, she moved on to his heroics (which were what?) on 9-11. She asked WHERE HE WAS when the planes hit. Without missing an eye-lock, he said, "Stepping out of the shower." She swallowed and held a long breath. The image of nekkid KERRIK was plainly etched on the Faux camera lens during the LONG pause. He added, "In my office." Another LONG pause. He added, "After WORKING OUT." There was another swallow. I suspected BACK THEN that something was cooking between publisher and author, and it weren't spaghetti. Only 2 or 3 years later, when KERIK's many other past deeds floated to the surface like dead bodies did it become official that there was indeed WILD WINGNUT HOT LOVE between the two, that the two of them alternated their HOT WINGNUT LOVE sessions with WORKING OUT together, that he had used NYPD to track down what happened to his mother, that he used NYPD to provide security for his personal WILD WINGNUT HOT LOVE, that the LOVENEST was a city-paid apartment near the WTC intended as a rest site for rescue and recovery workers. It was pure musk in the air. Why don't Shrub's handlers hire some of US for intelligence work?