Queen Hillary and Ka-ching Bill’s former prime fund-raiser Terry McAuliffe marches on. Up for governor of Virginia, he e-mailed this on Holy Easter Sunday:

“Heading to Easter brunch but wanted to make you aware Today’s the last day to submit our financial report . . . We’re $14,817 away from our goal and deadline is midnight. Can you make a donation now?. . .This race is close. A momentary lapse in our efforts could be disastrous . . . Make a donation before midnight.”

The lover of bunnies and chickies and piggy banks then writes: “Happy Easter.”

RUBIN Singer, who created Beyoncé’s smashing leather/snake/crocodile/lizard/whatever outfit, is now fashion’s flavor of the month. It’s in his genes. His grandfather designed for Russian royalty. His father designed for the Bolshoi. Neiman Marcus now sells his couture. L’Officiel’s now showing him in Thailand. For her world tour, which will make so much money that she can now afford extra threads, Mrs. Carter hired five dressmakers. Rubin is personally doing her personal shmattas.

PAUL McCartney at his LA home recording a new album. Ask what’s he recording, he answers, “My songs.” . . . New Jersey’s Gov. Chunky. Don’t think it’s glandular or physical. Not. Those who sup with him say he’s a foodie junkie. A marathon eater. To him, a field of Idaho potatoes is an hors d’oeuvre . . . Biggest realty boom? Buildings in Brooklyn.

MARIANO Rivera, in his last year, says: “The next closer is David Robinson. He’s learning now, and I’ve given him my secrets. Pitching’s the game. Not how hard you throw. How well you throw.”

About his compatriots: “Reporters don’t speak Spanish. Translaters translate themselves not the players. I cried when I couldn’t communicate. Sign language doesn’t help. My advice? Study English. It creates opportunities. Also, learn all the bad words first.”

Mariano’s future? “I’m from poverty. A fishing village. My father fished a whole week for money to buy us provisions. Being so blessed, my goal’s to build a church and bring toys to children in the mountains.”

MORE athlete stuff. Amar’e Stoudemire’s “In the Moment” documentary, a behind-the-scenes of his life, premieres on EPIX the 19th. Impoverished, reared in Florida, his parents divorced when he was 11, father passed away when he was 12, began playing basketball at 14 and: “My mother’s great. Lives in Arizona. I watch over her.”

So, besides height, what’s it take to be a hoops star?

“Love for the game. With that passion, you’ll always improve. The aspect is perseverance. Not at the pinnacle of your career? Keep those goals in mind. When I wanted to be great, I had a mind-set. I wanted more. I wanted to succeed. So I endured heavy workouts.

“My brother, everyone in my family, played sports. If my kid wants it and that’s his will, I’ll tell him, ‘Understand, to be a superstar it takes time to train.’ I remember that, always, my mom forced me to better myself.

“I keep my trophies at home, but I’ve failed a lot in many ways. All of us trip over things in life. Like I had a hard time in Spanish class. My best friends were two Puerto Ricans, and I couldn’t speak the language.”

And his plan for down the road?

“Last week at a seder in New York we read the scripture. Eventually I’ll live off the land. It’ll be in Israel.”

IF Buddha didn’t say this, he should’ve: “Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.”

JOHN Davidson, as The Wizard on tour with “Wicked,” says Branson, Mo.’s gone poop because, expecting gambling, they rejiggered venues with slot machines . . . So, shove Branson. Stay home. Treat yourself to the best steak and lamb chops in captivity at the Old Homestead, 14th and Ninth. Even Sofia Vergara, who’s thinner than the Old Homestead’s porcelain, has dinner there . . . “Project Runway” designer Christian Soriano cuddled boyfriend Brad Walsh tighter than his Smirnoff cocktail at whatever Marquee’s Master of the Mix Season 3 Launch Party was.

CARDINAL Dolan, serving lunch at St. Paul’s on W. 59th, told a lady: “Oh, a redhead. I love redheads. In my youth I dated redheads.” . . . A-, B- and C-listers all hawk perfume. Bieber to Minaj to juice from Ivanka, you can now smell from 1,160 brands of fragrance . . . A Contingencies magazine letter writer: “They can solve the Social Security crisis by sending each pensioner a carton of cigarettes with their check.”

BRINGING coupons to her local D’Agostino, reader Bonnie Lee Sanders spent 3 1/2 hours getting stuff, from toilet paper to smoked oysters with sales and ad deals. Pronouncing her bargain pages last week’s, cashiers wouldn’t ring her up unless she used the present week’s inserts. She went and got them and 11 p.m., an hour after closing time, an impatient manager, in a dim light, checked her out.

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.