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Yeah, yeah, yeah; this has nothing to do with New York. But, still, we've got to point out the Deadline Hollywood column in the new L.A. Weekly, because it so perfectly demonstrates why we adore the left coast's Miss Run Amok, crusading nutcase Nikki Finke. This week she's writing on Warren Beatty and his role in the embarrassing failure of Schwarzenegger's propositions in Tuesday's election:

After years of hiding in his Mulholland mansion, heckling candidates from the sidelines and hedging on questions about running for public office, the has-been actor became the can-do campaigner against Arnold s power grab in Tuesday's uglier-than-most election....

There were a lot of places I expected to find Beatty during this time (the Grill, Dr. Arnie Klein's office, West Hollywood's Pleasure Chest), but none surprised me more than when he showed up as part of the "Truth Squad" nurses, teachers and firefighters brigade shadowing Schwarzenegger's shameless shilling in Anaheim, San Diego and Riverside this past weekend....

What was most shocking was how he stumped in full view of the merciless news cameras, the inspiration for "He's So Vain" putting himself on physical display, even though that once-perfect face is now geriatric and jowly, his stomach can't hide a bulging gut, and he moves stiffly on spindly legs.

The best part? That's favorable coverage from Finke, bless her heart.

Props to You, Warren [LAW]