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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.
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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?
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