Every weirdness is gone in 60 seconds, but the Ghouliani “crash” reminded me the fud life is truly stranger than bad fiction: Rudy’s second wife once interviewed me on the teevee and we talked kolaches. Even before he was sold as “America’s mayor.” And then their son went on to deliver Big Macs for photo stunts in the WH in Trump 1.0. We are living in a simulation…