Posted on 06/09/2012 6:52:03 AM PDT by raccoonradio
We'll start things a day early what with a special Saturday Herald column
Special Sat. column ping. btw the liberal talk station down the dial (WWZN 1510) got rid of Stephanie Miller (daughter of Goldwater running mate but def. liberal) and Big Dumb Ed Schultz and replaced them with Communism, er, Democracy Now! and the very ethical and well-spoken Al Sharpton.
Resist we much!
Winter’s kind heart won’t help him in the big house
By Howie Carr | Saturday, June 9, 2012 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
He did it for a friend.
At least that’s what the friends of mob boss emeritus Howie Winter are saying about their old, really old (83 on St. Patrick’s Day) friend.
“People have problems collecting the dough they’re owed,” explained one of the ex-Winter Hill Gang boss’ old pals. “They ask a guy, ‘Hey do me a favor.’ It’s easy to say yes. My guess is that’s what happened. He was asked by somebody else to get back some money, because I’m pretty sure Howie and Jimmy Melvin don’t have $70,000 or $100,000 to be lending out.
“One thing about Howie: He’s eager to help a friend.”
Howie Winter used to be big in the rackets, really big. Back in the 1970s, the Winter Hill Gang was partners with In Town — the Boston Mafia. As Larry Zannino once put it to a guy who owed the Hill money: “Maybe you don’t understand. We’re the Hill and the Hill is us.”
That was a long time ago. The “social club” in the North End where Larry made his drunken boasts is now a doggie day-care center. The Dogfather. Get it?
“There’s no one in the (bleepin’) country that don’t know who I am,” Howie was quoted as saying to the alleged victims, who were themselves accused of extortion by the defense lawyers in court yesterday. “When you tell me you don’t know who I am, you’re full of (bleep). ”
Actually, Howie, that’s not true. Not anymore.
An ex-Marine, Howie has been living in Millbury with his wife, Ellen, and trying to develop real estate.
Winter’s codefendant, Jimmy Melvin, he’s “only” 70, but if anything he’s even further removed from the scene than Howie. He’s been working part-time as a rehab counselor for ex-cons. Go ahead and laugh — it’s true.
Melvin did a federal bit in the ’90s for a botched armored car robbery by the old Jazzbo Joyce gang. The back story is that Whitey Bulger was kind enough to give the boys a machine gun ... that didn’t fire.
The busted machine gun got some of them an extra 30 years, on and after, but that conviction was thrown out on appeal, on the grounds that a machine gun that doesn’t work isn’t really a machine gun.
Howie’s lawyer is Peter Mullane, who represented Zip Connolly, the crooked FBI agent who is currently doing a 40-year stretch for murder in Florida. Melvin’s lawyer is Marty Weinberg, who represented John Martorano, who will be enjoying a fine dinner this evening as a free man in the North End.
Edge: Melvin.
I looked up some of Howie’s old quotes yesterday, and you have to admit, he’s always had a way with the wiseguy patter.
To a competitor in the Somerville pinball racket: “I own this city. You’re all done. I can get rough and I can get plenty rough.”
This morning, whatever the merits of the state case against him, I think Howie Winter is considering the words he spoke to the sentencing judge in 1979 after his race-fixing trial, the one Whitey was scrubbed from by his G-men pals.
“I’ve had enough justice,” Howie Winter told the judge. “What I would like is a little mercy.”
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1061137699
Special Sat. column ping. btw the liberal talk station down the dial (WWZN 1510) got rid of Stephanie Miller (daughter of Goldwater running mate but def. liberal) and Big Dumb Ed Schultz and replaced them with Communism, er, Democracy Now! and the very ethical and well-spoken Al Sharpton.
Resist we much!
Winter’s kind heart won’t help him in the big house
By Howie Carr | Saturday, June 9, 2012 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
He did it for a friend.
At least that’s what the friends of mob boss emeritus Howie Winter are saying about their old, really old (83 on St. Patrick’s Day) friend.
“People have problems collecting the dough they’re owed,” explained one of the ex-Winter Hill Gang boss’ old pals. “They ask a guy, ‘Hey do me a favor.’ It’s easy to say yes. My guess is that’s what happened. He was asked by somebody else to get back some money, because I’m pretty sure Howie and Jimmy Melvin don’t have $70,000 or $100,000 to be lending out.
“One thing about Howie: He’s eager to help a friend.”
Howie Winter used to be big in the rackets, really big. Back in the 1970s, the Winter Hill Gang was partners with In Town — the Boston Mafia. As Larry Zannino once put it to a guy who owed the Hill money: “Maybe you don’t understand. We’re the Hill and the Hill is us.”
That was a long time ago. The “social club” in the North End where Larry made his drunken boasts is now a doggie day-care center. The Dogfather. Get it?
“There’s no one in the (bleepin’) country that don’t know who I am,” Howie was quoted as saying to the alleged victims, who were themselves accused of extortion by the defense lawyers in court yesterday. “When you tell me you don’t know who I am, you’re full of (bleep). ”
Actually, Howie, that’s not true. Not anymore.
An ex-Marine, Howie has been living in Millbury with his wife, Ellen, and trying to develop real estate.
Winter’s codefendant, Jimmy Melvin, he’s “only” 70, but if anything he’s even further removed from the scene than Howie. He’s been working part-time as a rehab counselor for ex-cons. Go ahead and laugh — it’s true.
Melvin did a federal bit in the ’90s for a botched armored car robbery by the old Jazzbo Joyce gang. The back story is that Whitey Bulger was kind enough to give the boys a machine gun ... that didn’t fire.
The busted machine gun got some of them an extra 30 years, on and after, but that conviction was thrown out on appeal, on the grounds that a machine gun that doesn’t work isn’t really a machine gun.
Howie’s lawyer is Peter Mullane, who represented Zip Connolly, the crooked FBI agent who is currently doing a 40-year stretch for murder in Florida. Melvin’s lawyer is Marty Weinberg, who represented John Martorano, who will be enjoying a fine dinner this evening as a free man in the North End.
Edge: Melvin.
I looked up some of Howie’s old quotes yesterday, and you have to admit, he’s always had a way with the wiseguy patter.
To a competitor in the Somerville pinball racket: “I own this city. You’re all done. I can get rough and I can get plenty rough.”
This morning, whatever the merits of the state case against him, I think Howie Winter is considering the words he spoke to the sentencing judge in 1979 after his race-fixing trial, the one Whitey was scrubbed from by his G-men pals.
“I’ve had enough justice,” Howie Winter told the judge. “What I would like is a little mercy.”
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1061137699
sorry for double post; I got a “proxy error” message and thought the post didn’t make it through (it must have) so I tried again.
How about that! I didn't even know Boston had a liberal talk station . . . not that the knowledge is going to change my life . . . ;-)
Well that’s the commercial liberal talk station. There’s also a couple FM stations (WGBH, WBUR) who bring you taxpayer-funded NPR...
Howie fans who listen on 680: Celts are now out of the playoffs so no more pre-emptions for the VERY exciting Red Sox pregame show
Sun column ping
The dark side of the moonbats
By Howie Carr | Sunday, June 10, 2012 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
It’s no fun being a moonbat anymore.
You didn’t get invited to Barney Frank’s wedding in Newton. That “Elizabeth Warren for Massachusetts” bumper sticker on your Prius has become a magnet for roadway ridicule.
But worst of all is what’s happened to your hero, Barack Hussein Obama. The emperor has no clothes. Mighty Casey has struck out.
Everything was so much simpler when George Bush was president.
Was it a mere four years ago when Barack modestly predicted that just his nomination alone would be the moment “when the rise of the oceans began to slow?” On Friday — exactly four years and four days after the seas started receding — the modern Moses conceded that housing in the U.S. is “underwater,” and that he hasn’t done squat about it.
But hasn’t he brought down the gas prices to $3.50 a gallon? Only $1.61 more to go and they’ll be back to where they were on Bush’s last day in office.
How can Barack be trailing the vulture capitalist Mitt Romney in Michigan? Don’t these bitter clingers read The New York Times?
Even Chris Matthews’ leg has stopped tingling.
In 2008, everything was, you’ll pardon the expression, black and white. Predator-drone attacks under Bush — unconstitutional genocidal terrorism. Five times as many Predator-drone attacks under Barack — brilliant strategy by our wartime president.
Whatever happened to anti-war candlelight vigils? You see them on TV about as often as you watch military coffins being unloaded at Dover AFB.
Which is to say, never.
Campaign spending was never an issue in 2008 when Barack was grinding McCain’s moneymen into the dust. Then money was the mother’s milk of politics. Now, this George, er Mitt Romney, is lowering the boom on His Wonderfulness.
A national scandal is what these super-PAC’s are. Somebody call George Soros.
As a loyal moonbat, you’d love to respond to Jim Messina’s endless email money grovels. But the trust funds Pater and Mumsy set up for you just aren’t getting nearly the returns they did in the bad old days when Dick Cheney was unleashing hurricanes to ravage New Orleans.
The economy is “unexpectedly” sliding yet again, as the network anchors always say, but it’s not Barack’s fault. It can’t be. He went to Harvard. It’s all caused by those “headwinds” from Europe, that’s what Jim Cramer blamed it on this week. And before that it was the warm winter, or the Japanese tsunami, and don’t forget the early Easter, or was it the late Easter and, and ... George Bush!
Doesn’t anyone remember Bush’s jobless recovery — when unemployment was 4.5 percent? Now 3 million citizens have vanished from the workforce and unemployment is 8.2 percent. It’s the new normal.
Whatever happened to “9/11 — An Inside Job?” Michael Moore and Cindy Sheehan have vanished into the Witness Protection Program. Nancy Pelosi is babbling about ghosts in the White House. Guys in white coats are chasing the vice president with a net as he raves about “crops that don’t depend on soil, water or fertilizer.”
What a drag it is, being a moonbat.
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists//view.bg?articleid=1061137885
I think he's hiding in plain sight either as a counter weight on a drawbridge in Michigan, or Jabba the Hutt at an undisclosed Star Wars exhibit.
I wonder why the WH doesn't come up with a promotion featuring Muchelle and Moore as "The Biggest Loser"?
Seriously, the Cheeseman has nothing on Moore. A couple of months ago, there was video of him hosting some discussion at the Tribeca Film Festival. The guy's huge. It appears his much ballyhooed stay at a fat farm in FL a few years back didn't pan out.
http://www.bostonherald.com/news/regional/view.bg?articleid=1061138431
Grieg sentenced to 8 yrs for harboring Whitey
Up-Hill battle for Hack-uano holiday plan
By Howie Carr | Wednesday, June 13, 2012 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
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Photo by Stuart Cahill
So U.S. Rep. Mike Capuano has learned the hard lessons of Wisconsin — what angry voters really want is a new federal hacks-only holiday.
Bunker Hill Day!
“It says more about America,” the moonbat solon was saying Sunday, “what happened that day, than almost anything since. And yet, we tend to forget.”
Forget? Only the payroll patriots who used to get the paid day off forgot. And it wasn’t so much they forgot as they blacked out, after drinking all day.
Bunker Hill Day — what’s not to be hallowed about? The battle has the wrong name — it was actually fought on Breed’s Hill — and our forces were driven from the field. It’s so meaningful that this year they moved the parade to June 10 from June 17 so it wouldn’t interfere with an even more important holiday, Father’s Day.
Capuano used to be the mayor of Somerville, the only city outside Suffolk County that “celebrated” the day by closing City Hall and giving the hacks a paid day off.
Obviously, the congressman agrees with Obama. The private sector is doing fine. It’s the public sector that needs ... more holidays. But why stop with Bunker Hill Day? Let’s make every weekday of the year a hack holiday. Officially, I mean. So that none of Capuano’s pinky-ring AFSCME and SEIU supporters will ever have to bother calling in sick again, or going out on fake disabilities.
Last year, at a State House rally in support of Wisconsin’s thug unions, Capuano told the beer-besotted crowd: “Every once in a while you gotta get out on the streets and get a little bloody when necessary.”
Politically, Capuano is a bleeder. After the 2009 special Senate primary, he was left for dead on the sidewalk outside the State House. The other candidates had to pass the hat to get him cab fare down to Boston Medical Center for a transfusion.
But someone had to pick up the fallen gauntlet for the state’s embattled hack holidays, now that the rotund ex-Rep. Brian Wallace has lost a photo finish with a grand jury, after which he was fined $35,000 and fled Southie for a rented house in Westwood.
Bunker Hill Day isn’t what it used to be, anyway. The state and city offices in Boston don’t close anymore, but the hack unions still get a floating day off, just like with the other high hack holiday, St. Patrick’s Day, which goes under the alias of Evacuation Day.
Everyone understands the true meaning of Bunker Hill Day and it has nothing to do with Gen. Gage and the whites of their eyes. Look at the calendar — consider that interminable five-week stretch between Memorial Day and the Fourth of July. Not a single day off for our hard-working patriots, I mean payroll patriots. Except Bunker Hill Day.
One thing about Mike Capuano. He understands the changing times. Once his party represented the working classes. Now his constituents are the non-working classes. There go his people with their EBT cards, and Capuano is racing to get in front to lead them.
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1061138561
anyway
The Kennedys are the Kennedys, Scott Brown
By Howie Carr | Friday, June 15, 2012 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
Take it for what’s it’s worth, Scott Brown, because after all I’m addressing you in the Herald, and “the Boston Herald is the Boston Herald,” as Granny Warren, the Native American emeritus, said yesterday on MSNBC (where else?).
But here at the Boston Herald, that is the Boston Herald, I’m telling you, Scott, don’t even think about another debate at the Ted Kennedy All-You-Can-Drink Happy Hour Institute.
Tom Brokaw? Yeah, he’s “respected” all right. By moonbats. Forget the exploding trucks of yesteryear, let’s look at what his alma mater NBC did just this week, and by NBC, I also mean MSNBC and CNBC, where all bad economic news for Barack is “unexpected.”
Wednesday afternoon, Granny Warren goes on MSNBC with Comrade Chris Matthews. The leg-tingler mentions the local Democrats’ “wine-and-cheese elitism that Howie Carr likes to bash into” — thanks Chris, every knock a boost, as they say. But then he describes you to Granny as “this guy Brown,” as in, “He’s with the elites, he’s getting money from them, you’re not.” Comrade Chris, maybe you didn’t get the memo: The fake Indian raises more money on Wall Street than this guy Brown. George Soros hosted a fundraiser for her in Manhattan last fall. Granny explained her Wall Street haul in January by saying that her money-changers “want reform ... there are people on Wall Street who actually believe we need better rules, fairer rules.”
And that’s why the Wall Street greedheads give her millions and millions. So she can crack down on them. If you believe that, you probably still believe she’s an Indian, which is what she claimed yet again yesterday on “Morning Joe,” hosted by a RINO.
“I’m not backing off from my family.” You know, the family that told her she’s an Indian, which she isn’t. But then she gets to the root of her malaise — this newspaper.
“The Boston Herald is the Boston Herald,” she sniffed. “What can I say? ... It has its own point of view and it’s going to drive its own point of view.”
Yeah, we’re bad people. If it wasn’t for us, Lieawatha would still be a Native American, and she wouldn’t have been outed as a plagiarist either.
You think the Globe would ever have reported any of these scandals?
Because the Globe is the Globe, and it’s not journalism, it’s agitprop, just like NBC. The Globe is the newspaper that said over and over again that Marsha Coakley was going to win in a landslide, remember?
Scott, this won’t be your first debate at the Ted Kennedy’s Dew Drop Inn. The first one occurred in January 2010. Another RINO moderator, David Gergen, alternated between tossing softballs to Marsha Coakley and hitting you below the belt with Roe vs. Wade, entitlement cuts, you name it.
“It was,” you wrote in “Against All Odds,” “a rather disparate style of questioning, underneath the Edward M. Kennedy Institute sign.”
You said it, not me. And this time it’ll be worse, because they won’t be underestimating you. But what do we know? The Boston Herald is the Boston Herald.
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1061139117
special Sat column ping
A Bond greater than friendship
By Howie Carr | Saturday, June 16, 2012 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
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Unrequited love — it’s a sad thing. Just ask Whitey Bulger.
Yes, this is a Whitey Bulger-in-Santa Monica love story, and no, it doesn’t involve Catherine Greig.
According to the documents the feds released yesterday, Whitey had a crush on a 28-year-old straight guy named Joshua Bond, BU Class of 2005. According to the FBI’s 302 report on Bond, the apartment manager who was also Whitey’s neighbor said this about the serial killer he knew as Charlie Gasko:
“If BOND had not thought that the GASKOs were such a nice old couple, he would have thought that CHARLIE was trying to get BOND in shape because he (CHARLIE) was attracted to him (BOND).”
If he’d only known. ... Remember the Tulsa PD wanted poster, about how Whitey might be frequenting “gay nudist resorts” with that “extreme halitosis” of his?
And then there were Whitey’s long evenings at Jacques, and the night back in the 1960s when he and Huck Garrity allegedly double teamed Sal Mineo in the green room above Blinstrub’s.
In his spare time, Bond played guitar, loud guitar, and one day he heard a knock on his door. It was Whitey. He had a black Stetson cowboy
hat in his hands.
He said that he heard me play music and he liked it,” Bond said later, under oath, “and he didn’t use it anymore, the hat, so he thought I might — could use it.”
Whitey liked loud guitar music? A likely story. I’m guessing Whitey felt the same way about guitars as John “Bluto” Belushi did in “Animal House,” when he smashed the guitar over the lame-o folk singer’s head.
Soon Whitey was showering Mr. Bond with gifts, everything but his etchings.
“He gave me something every Christmas,” Bond recalled, mostly exercise equipment — a stomach crunch machine, a curling bar with free weights, “one of those old things to work your forearms out.”
Whitey liked ’em buff, don’t you know. Buff and with black hair, combed straight back. All his associates have looked alike, from the Choctaw Kid on.
If he hadn’t been pinched, Gasko was planning on giving Bond a CD of Judy Garland’s greatest hits for Christmas 2011. Or was it a DVD collection of gladiator movies?
One Christmas, Whitey gave Bond an Elvis coffee table book. Christmas apparently wasn’t just for cops and kids anymore. But the gift that really caught the attention of the feds was the beard trimmer — not exactly your traditional he-man Yuletide present.
The feds asked Mr. Bond to elaborate.
“He told me I needed to take care of my beard better.”
One of Whitey’s old pals chuckled when I read him that line yesterday: “Lining him up for the kill, I guess.”
Now Whitey figured it was time to make his move. He presented his young chum with a half bottle of Grand Marnier liqueur. You know the old saying, candy is dandy but liquor is quicker.
But for Bond, it wasn’t one enchanted evening. Actually, he described Whitey exactly the same way as the Plymouth COs who have to sit outside his cell do: “He was an old man that would drone on and I really was not listening to what he was saying.”
Probably just as well. I think Whitey needs a new nickname. How’s Sandusky sound?
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1061139274
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