Posted on 03/01/2013 9:05:25 AM PST by raccoonradio
Howie thread for the first half of March
Howie thread for the first half of March. No column today as far as I know.
Howie’s new site is http://www.howiecarrshow.com As I have mentioned, his previous site http://www.howiecarr.us (and presumably the others like mumblesmenino.us) was owned by Larry Bruce and he took it away after ending his friendship with Howie. Now howiecarr.us points to an upcoming site via 1&1 Domains and a WHOIS search said it’s in the process of being transferred but I don’t know to whom. (Still shows Larry’s info)
liveshot.cc and mumblesmenino.us also show error messages with “1&1 Domains”...wonder who bought em?
Howie may have gotten the domains back (did more research), we’ll see. at least going by info I found out so far..
Dear John: Skip daddy's advice
by Howie Carr/Boston Herald
Sunday, March 3, 2013
They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. But Boston City Councilor John Connolly better hope that old saw is wrong, because if he follows in the daffy footsteps of his hack father, he doesn’t have a prayer of unseating Mayor Mumbles Menino.
Actually, he already doesn’t have a prayer, unless Boston’s mayor for life suddenly decides to pull a Pope Benedict XVI, which seems less likely with each passing day, and each passing campaign-finance report.
Bad enough that John Connolly has the same name as the most corrupt FBI agent in history, but wherever he goes he reminds people of his dear old dad, the one-time statewide officeholder unaffectionately known as “the Secretary of Space.”
The Connollys — the Kmart Kennedys of Roslindale.
Let me put it another way: If you liked Flats Flaherty and his scheming family of Southie tinkers, you’ll love the Connolly clan.
A call was placed to Don’t-Call-Me-Zip’s flack Friday afternoon. The question was: Is Poppa Mike serving as a campaign adviser to the chip off the old block?
“I’ll get right back to you,” the flack said.
When the phone didn’t ring, I knew it was her. But you can’t argue with the strategy. Keep the crazy uncle (or in this case dad) locked up in the attic.
Mike Connolly was the secretary of state from 1978 to 1994. He retired in 1995 at age 46 and for the past 18 years has since been collecting a state pension of $29,320 a year.
There are countless stories about Mike’s nutty behavior, but one will suffice. In 1982, junkie actor John Belushi died of a drug overdose in Hollywood. Mike Connolly wanted to lower the flag at the State House to half staff.
Anyway, Mike’s sister is named Paula. She’s married to a former Boston city councilor named Jimmy Connolly, which makes her Paula Connolly Connolly. In the early 1990s, Jimmy Connolly fell in with then-Lt. Gov. Paul Cellucci. He raised money, big money, for his new Republican pal.
Pretty soon Jimmy’s sister-in-law, Mike’s wife, Lynda, was appointed to a judgeship by Gov. Bill Weld, just before he turned over the Corner Office to Jimmy Connolly’s patron Cellucci. Another nationwide search.
On Friday, Lynda retired from the bench at age 65 as the $135,124-a-year chief justice of the district court. If young John’s mom takes her full state pension, she’ll be grabbing $101,343 a year; should she decide to leave survivor’s benefits to Mike, it’s a mere $90,418.
When the city councilor says we can’t afford to keep paying these huge salaries, he knows whereof he speaks. He makes $87,500 a year from the city, by the way.
That’s in addition to his private law practice, which until recently included a partner who left after being appointed to a judgeship by Gov. Deval Patrick. Did somebody say nationwide search?
Retiring at age 46, Mike needed a job, as opposed to work. A year after Lynda Connolly wedged her snout into the public trough, Jimmy Connolly’s patron Gov. Cellucci appointed Mike Connolly to a six-year term on the Boston Licensing Board.
Pay: $75,000 a year, in addition of course to the pension he was already grabbing. Plus he got an office and a parking space at City Hall.
Under Republican governors, Mike kept his “job” for 12 years. But in 2011, Mike Connolly filed for unemployment. He hadn’t been fired, he just hadn’t been reappointed to another term. But he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to separate $500 more or so a week from the taxpayers. It’s the Connolly M.O.
Mike is also a movie producer. He made a film initially titled “The Gentleman from Boston,” then later changed to “Beacon Hill.” I was brought into the film late to tie up a few loose ends in the plot by delivering a short monologue as a radio talk-show host. Call me a deus ex machina. At the end of my explanatory screed, Mike cut to a scene of the corrupt Speaker in a car yelling at his driver, “Turn that bleep off!”
Funny, I found myself saying the exact same thing to the TV last week whenever I heard John Connolly talking about “reform” and “cleaning house” at City Hall.
Sometimes I wonder if Menino hires these people to run against him — so that he’ll look sane by comparison!
Mare shoebee beshame o-yashelf.
LOL! Izzat yoo, Mumbles? ;-)
by Howie Carr
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Adios, thug
Say it ain’t so, Joe, or should I say Jose?
Poor Joe Kennedy, mourning the loss of his grand amigo, “El Comandante,” the tinpot Latin American thug who put the “profit” back in “non-profit” for the Kennedy kleptocracy.
How can Hugo be dead, Joe? He went to Cuba for medical treatment. They took him straight to the hospital from the airport in a DeSoto ambulance.
Let’s go right to the Joe K press release:
“President Chavez cared deeply about the poor … while some of the wealthiest people on our planet have more money than they can ever reasonably expect to spend.”
Damn right, comrade! Es verdad. For the record, according to 2011 tax filings, Comrade Joe made $901,236 from Citizens Energy and related corporations. His lovely bride, Beth, grabbed another $346,764.
Total: $1,248,000.
Now the jockeying begins. Who will lead the Massachusetts delegation to the funeral in Caracas? Who will get top billing, the congressional delegation or the Kennedys, or do I repeat myself?
For some reason the sleazy Democrat pols around here have always had the hots for these Latin American Reds. Like his late boss Joe Moakley, Jim McGovern’s always had a crush on Fidel Castro. Maybe he’s jealous of all the hair. Joe K was always Chavez’s kept Kennedy, although Bill Delahunt gushed over him like a teenage girl infatuated with a mutant, pineapple-faced Justin Bieber.
The local solons are all going to have to find some new rear ends to kiss.
It was a sad day for the moonbat community. The People’s Republics of Cambridge and Amherst rushed to lower their flags to half staff first. A spontaneous candlelight vigil erupted in Muddy River. Funeral dirges played endlessly on the NPR stations, like Radio Moscow when Uncle Joe passed. Someone dimmed the lights at the Globe, causing an immediate panic in the newsroom, where the fops assumed the newspaper was finally being shut down.
Yes, the media fell all over itself lionizing the Mussolini of South America. The AP hagiography was slightly longer than “War and Peace.” Talk about gushing:
“Fiery populist ... socialist ideals … outsmarted his rivals … electrified … folksy … larger-than-life … master communicator and savvy political strategist … championing his country’s poor.”
The only thing the AP forgot to say about El Comandante was that he kept the drugs out of Southie.
Hey Joe Kennedy, when’s the next plane out to Tehran? I hear the mullahs are looking for a new shill.
WVAE AM 1400 Biddeford ME is now simulcasting WGAN 560 out of Portland. From their site (and a couple comments, people weren’t happy...what they had can still be heard on AM
1490, IF they can get it):
>>AM 1400 is now carrying a simulcast of Newsradio 560 WGAN (AM 560).
Now, if you’re in York County, you’ll be able to get the latest news, weather, traffic, and information that matters to you-and talk about it all day long on the WGAN Morning News, Glenn Beck, Rush Limbaugh, Howie Carr, Sean Hannity and more. Just tune to AM 1400 to hear Newsradio 560 WGAN.
If you’ve been listening to Bob and Tom, Joy Browne, Clark Howard, and Dave Ramsey on AM 1400…you can still hear them on AM 1490.
Howie may have gotten control of his sites back from Larry Bruce (bought them?)...while he still promotes howiecarrshow.com you will now get the same thing over at
http://www.howiecarr.us
She got by with a little help from ... Martorano
by Howie Carr
Friday, March 8, 2013
Hey, Whitey Bulger, listen up: Just because you hate Johnny Martorano doesn’t mean everybody does.
In fact, I’ve been talking to a woman — let’s call her Ms. Phillips — who says Johnny saved her life, back in 1964.
Stipulated, Martorano has pleaded guilty to 20 murders and is a free man. In fact, he’s going to be testifying against Whitey this summer. This is obviously driving Whitey crazy — he’s written about Johnny’s “insane lies,” and told the jail guards at Plymouth that Martorano was a “bully.”
Whitey doesn’t care how many people Martorano killed. Whitey’s just angry that he’s not in jail, too. Whitey thought he was the smartest guy in the garage, and yet he’s locked up while Martorano is dining this evening at Ciao Bella.
Ms. Phillips is a former hooker, age 66. She now lives in Tampa and works part time in a hospital. But she still follows the Boston news on the Internet. She understands where Whitey’s trial is headed — now that the ridiculous “immunity” defense is gone, Whitey et al. are going to start sliming the prosecution witnesses.
So Ms. Phillips told me her story:
It was 1964, she was 17, just out of JP High, a working girl, couldn’t even get in the bars. So she was out walking the streets. Pretty soon a pimp named Fox had installed her in a room at the old Sherry Biltmore.
“I had to make my quota every day,” she said. “It was tough. I might get arrested, or chased away, or the weather would be bad, but I had to make that quota, because Fox was a cocaine user, he gambled, and he only had two girls. If I didn’t make it, he used to take off my clothes and beat me with a clothes hanger. It was rough, but one day he went crazy beating me. I had cracked ribs, he broke my ankle, I had chipped bones in my wrist.”
Fox still expected her to meet the quota, out on the street, limping around in her ankle cast. Her cousin spotted her and immediately ran down to the 411, next to the Martoranos’ place, Basin Street South. She told their aunt, Vivian, a friend of Johnny’s, what had happened.
“Next thing I know, I hear a knock on the hotel room door. I opened it, and there was this young guy standing outside — white guy. He approached me like a gent. He said, ‘Vivian asked me to come see you.’ Then he told me, ‘You don’t have to live like this, it’s over.’ He said I would never go through this again with that guy. In other words, the cash cow that I had become was out of the pasture.”
Fast-forward 24 hours. Fox returned to the hotel room one more time. He muttered a few obscenities, packed his bags and then, before he left, said one final thing to Ms. Phillips:
“So you sent the Mafia after me.”
Ms. Phillips: “I had no idea what he meant. So he said, ‘Johnny,’ and I said, ‘Johnny Who?’ Johnny hadn’t even told me his name.”
I know, it sounds like the Lone Ranger. But that’s what she said. And that was the end of Fox.
“What Johnny did may have saved my life,” Ms. Phillips said. “Who knows where I’d be today?
Asked whether he wanted to comment, Johnny Martorano (who was never in the Mafia) said, “I was just glad I could help.”
How do you like them apples, Whitey?
I worked for a guy from Revere whose daughter went to Salem State College. One day, the brand new battery was stolen from her car parked on the street, the thief cutting the cables for a fast gettaway. (Always cut the ground cable first.)
Same night he runs into an old high school classmate at a bar in Revere. Guys asks him how he doing, they talk old times, and eventually, after a few drinks, the story of the battery comes out. Guy goes, “No S**t, show me where it is.” So, about 1:00 am, they drive over to Salem and he shows the guy his daughters car. The guy starts popping open car hoods, asking, “Is that it?, it that it”. After a few tries, they find what appears to be his daughter’s new battery. Guy bangs loudly on the door of the nearest house and demands of the inhabitant, “Is that your car?” When he responds tiredly, yeah, so what?, the guy tells him, in no uncertain terms, “I want that f***ing battery in that f***ing car (indicating which f***ing car) back in that car (indicating the daughter’s car) tonight.”
Next day, my friend calls his daughter and says, “Go out and start your car.” She says, “I can’t, they took the battery and cut the cables.” He says, “I had a come over last night and fix it, try it.” She goes out, starts her car and comes running back to the phone, “Oh, you’re the best daddy in the whole world!”
Ah!(And Salem State my alma mater, ‘84)
by Howie Carr
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Gov. Deval Patrick was against welfare “anecdotes” before he was for welfare anecdotes.
In case you missed it (and you were supposed to), the Department of Transitional Assistance, aka the welfare department, is embarking on a listening tour around the state as part of its plan to “restore public confidence in the system.”
Good luck with that.
For more than a year now, Deval has been brushing off one EBT-card scandal after another. Millions missing and overpaid — he dismissed that as mere “leakage.” Firing the welfare commissioner — nothing to see here, folks, move along.
They’ve long since completed last year’s voter-registration drive for the fake Indian. You remember, the same state that can no longer afford to notify taxpayers via the U.S. mail that their driver’s licenses are about to expire sent out 480,000 letters to gimme girls and guys informing them how they could register to vote. Of the 480,000 letters, 47,000 were returned as undeliverable. They couldn’t locate 47,000 people — or should I say “names” — that were collecting.
After a nationwide search, a former boss at the Democratic State Committee has been brought in as interim commissioner — Stacey Monahan, a made member of the hackerama.
On Thursday, the department announced it would be holding “feedback sessions.” Surely they meant to say, “feedbag.” They want residents to “share ideas and stories” — in other words, anecdotes.
The first meeting was scheduled the next day at the Fall River Public Library. It was supposed to start at 2 p.m. — how convenient for people who have jobs. That one was canceled because of the storm, but they’re holding one tomorrow, in Framingham. Again, at 2 p.m.
Of course they don’t really want to hear from the people footing the bill for this disastrous defeat in the endless War on Poverty. The hacks would never admit it, but the only feedback they want is from the “clients” and their “advocates,” i.e., fellow Democrats.
Should any member of the working class find himself at the Framingham Public Library tomorrow, posing a question, any question, to the flak-catchers, they can expect one of the following answers:
“The technology for that doesn’t exist.”
“We can’t do that because of privacy laws.”
“That would cost too much.”
The next feedbag session is at Holyoke High School Wednesday at 7 p.m. Surely some mistake — at 7 p.m. some actual taxpayers might show up to complain.
I’ve been soliciting stories from my listeners. Here’s one from the 978 area code: “Was in a convenience store, saw a lady withdraw $100 and grab a stack of KENO tickets. Glad we can provide.”
Mary from West Roxbury: “I think the post office is the last place that doesn’t take EBT cards. I was in a line and this woman was trying to buy five passports — five — with an EBT card. The clerk held the blue card up so everybody in line could see it, and then he told her the post office doesn’t accept them. So she just opened up her purse and took out a pile of bills.”
Just some more anecdotes, governor.
Michelle McPhee... ugh!
Exactly. Yup, McPhee all this week.
One alternative: Jeff Katz (formerly Howie fill in and reg host, yrs ago, on WRKO plus former Talk 1200 morning guy)
filling in for Todd Schnitt down in Florida. It’s on
iHeart Radio, 3-6 pm
>>remember i’ll be national this afternoon from 3pm to 6pm sitting in for my pal Todd Schnitt on The Schnitt Show you can listen on iheartradio or online at http://www.970wfla.com
http://www.iheart.com/live/Newsradio-970-WFLA-2823/
Howie Carr: Dunce Deval Patrick fails again with early ed chief
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Dunce Deval fails again
Another one bites the dust.
This time it’s Sherri Killins, the commissioner of Early Education and Care, and give her credit — most people thought she’d be whacked last Friday afternoon as everyone was trying to dig out from the storm. But she hung on until Monday.
It’s amazing what Deval Patrick gets away with. Any other governor with as wretched a record of appointments would be described, charitably, as “scandal-scarred.”
Every other week or so, another of his unqualified and/or bent appointees goes down in flames. But he wishes them all well as he reluctantly kicks them to the curb, and sometimes he even finds new troughs for them in the hackerama.
And so it was that he wished Sherri well yesterday. Nobody’s seen her (except in Ware) since God knows when, and when reporters call her home in New Haven, she tells them she’s not home — very mature behavior.
But she’s Good People.
As you know, Gov. Deval Patrick and Secretary of Education Matt What’s-his-name said they didn’t know the former candidate for mayor of New Haven, Conn., was “moonlighting” in Ware.
Most of the rest of us had no idea until last week that there even was a commissioner of Early Education and Care, let alone that she made $197,585 a year and still lived in New Haven four years after her nationwide search.
Early Ed indeed. As someone noted yesterday, the taxpayers would have gotten a bigger bang for their buck from Mr. Ed.
But it’s not just Sherri Killins. It’s Tim “Crash” Murray, the lieutenant governor who still hasn’t explained why he wrecked a state car while going 108 mph. It’s ex-welfare commissioner Dan Curley, he of the 47,000 nonexistent people with EBT cards. It’s Mary Beth Heffernan, the former secretary of public safety, who presided over the cover-up of Crash Murray’s accident and was then booted upstairs to a judgeship. And, before all those layabouts, it was Sheila Burgess and Annie Dookhan and Carl Stanley McGee and Ron Bell and Mark Conrad and Marian Walsh and … do you begin to sense a pattern here?
Funny thing is, right before the Herald’s Chris Cassidy threw a spike strip in front of Ms. Killins’ state vehicle, the Globe was running tearjerkers about how the sequestration (or as Maxine Waters calls it, the “sea-castration”) was going to decimate her early education program.
Don’t hold it against the Globe, they can’t help themselves. Even in their final days, they wouldn’t dream of not carrying water for the corrupt machine that has ruined this state.
As the story of Killins’ departure got out Monday, boston.com was breaking its own news — that Paul Krugman, the Enron-loving, New York Times Obama bumkisser, had filed for bankruptcy.
Except of course, it wasn’t true. It was the Globe’s biggest fake scoop since last year’s yarn that Granny Warren really did have Indian blood, even though she didn’t.
The Boston Globe — the Sherri Killins of American newspapers.
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