Rush Limbaugh had this to say about Obama Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel:
Also, this notion of governing from the center? His first appointment, his chief of staff is Rahm Emanuel. Do we know if Emanuel has accepted? Rahm Emanuel wants to be Speaker of the House. Let me tell you a little bit about Rahm Emanuel. Hillary Clinton hates him. In the White House, Rahm Emanuel pushed NAFTA and made that go first instead of her health care baby, and her health care baby suffered. There’s no love lost between Rahm Emanuel and Hillary Clinton, and he is good a old-fashioned Chicago thug just like Obama is a good old-fashioned Chicago thug. On the night of the Clinton election, Rahm Emanuel was so angry at the president’s enemies that he stood up at a celebratory dinner with colleagues from the campaign; Rahm Emanuel grabbed a steak knife and he began rattling off a list of betrayers.
As he listed their names, he shouted, “Dead! Dead! Dead!” and he plunged the steak knife into the table after every name.
Great choice from Obama for Chief of Staff. Political G.
Coming from someone who’s father and Grandfather were Chicago Thugs. Southside, by way of Belfast.
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Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
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Smooth $350,000 jewelry heist in Los Altos, California
From the way the $350,000 jewelry heist in downtown Los Altos transpired, it seems as though the thieves must have gotten a script from an intricate crime novel or a Hollywood movie.
Sometime before 4:38 a.m. Sunday, a team of suspects pried open the door of Hordin’s Bookkeeping & Income Tax Service and cut through a portion of a wall separating the tax accountant’s office and Harold’s Jewelry, 164 Main St.
The hole lined up exactly with the jeweler’s safe.
Police Sgt. John Korges said the thieves used commercial metal cutters to peel open the safe and make off with at least $350,000 worth of loose stones, jewelry waiting for repair and display pieces. Cops showed up 14 minutes later only to find an empty jewelry store and no suspects.
Korges got a buzz at home at 5 a.m. alerting him that something major had gone down.
“This was a big deal,” Korges said. “This level of sophistication is rarely seen in Santa Clara County. The labor and the time it took to evaluate the territory and make plans, this was very involved.”
This was the third jewelry store burglary on Main Street since August, and police are open to the idea that they may be related. A jewelry store in Los Gatos was also robbed on Halloween. But police say the modus operandi of that “smash and grab” robbery doesn’t appear to be connected to the Los Altos burglary because the Los Gatos store was robbed in broad daylight and occurred when the owner was working in the store.
The burglars had moved a copy machine to give them room to “hack away at the wall. It looks like they took their time cutting,” Hordin said, adding that he doesn’t have an alarm, so the burglars could have been working for a long time with no one knowing.
Smooth as “organic and sustainable” cheeses from Petaluma.
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Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
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“They said this day would never come.
They said our sights were set too high.
They said this country was too divided;
too disillusioned to ever come together around a common purpose.
They Said, They Said . . . ”
- Obama
Nas - Black President [OFFICIAL VIDEO]
“What’s the black pres. thinking on election night
Is it how can I protect my life?
Protect my wife?
Protect my rights?
Every other president was nothing less than white
Except Thomas Jefferson and mixed Indian blood
and Calvin coolers
KKK is like ‘what the fuck’, loading they guns up loading mine too, Ready to ride
Cause I’m riding with my crew
He dies - we die too
But on a positive side,
I think Obama provides Hope - and challenges minds
Of all races and colors to erase the hate
And try and love one another, so many political snakes
We in need of a break
I’m thinking I can trust this brotha
But will he keep it way real?
Every innocent n!gga in jail - gets out on appeal
When he wins - will he really care still?
I feel . . .
[Hook (2x): Tupac]
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain’t ready to see a black President
And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain’t ready to see a black President
Yes We Can … Change the World (Change the World )
(They Said!)”
-Nas
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Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
MARILYN RUBINSON recalls her stays at the Fontainebleau hotel as a series of high-fashion snapshots. There were afternoons at the cabana, “a blue hotel towel wrapped around my head like a turban and wearing high-heeled Lucite shoes,” she said. There were evenings at the Gigi Room, rubbing shoulders with New York’s dashing mayor, John V. Lindsay; and she remembers sweeping down the dramatic lobby staircase in a form-fitting, stone-colored gown. “In those days everyone made an entrance,” Mrs. Rubinson, 84, said. “I made lots of entrances.”
In that heady era the hotel was the diadem of Miami resorts, a 560-foot-long, sickle-shaped showplace dominating the Collins Avenue waterfront, where Miamians like the Rubinsons, who own a chain of clothing stores, and well-to-do snowbirds came in the winter to roost.
“Everyone who was anyone was there,” Mrs. Rubinson said. “People wore black tie and jewelry. Everyone was young.”
And everyone lived large at the flamboyant resort, conceived from its outset to evoke a modern Versailles. “It was the place for entertainment, for glamour — an icon even among the locals,” said Cathy Leff, the director of the Wolfsonian museum of design here. “Even now if one asks, ‘Within the city of Miami Beach, what is the most important landmark in the popular imagination?’ it would be the Fontainebleau.”
Can an icon of the past be restored to its former glory? New owners and architects of the Fontainebleau have invested $1 billion to buy and restore it in the conviction that it can. Its original fusion of Modernist rigor and Hollywood cheek, dreamed up by the maverick architect Morris Lapidus, was derided as Bronx baroque, until the singular style of Miami Beach was rediscovered by the Ian Schrager generation.
“In its day in the ’50s and ’60s, the Fontainebleau was state of the art in glamour,” said Jeffrey Beers, the New York architect responsible for an extensive update of the interior. “We would like to restore that in spirit.”
When the refurbished resort is officially unveiled on Nov. 14 with a series of parties and a taping for television of a Victoria’s Secret fashion show — perfect! — visitors will be able to judge for themselves if the mission succeeded. Even recently, as the hotel was still a construction site, it was clear that the old duchess had flounced out her skirts.
“How many places like this can you go in America that are not in the desert?” said Jeffrey Soffer, executive chairman and majority partner of Fontainebleau Resorts, which is building a Fontainebleau in Las Vegas. Indeed, as he strolled the raised oceanfront walkway that overlooks the property, it was obvious the resort had much in common with over-the-top hotels on the Strip.
Mel Dick, who moved to Miami from Brooklyn in the ’60s, visited on his honeymoon. He recalled being drawn to a sign outside the hotel barbershop that beckoned, “Come and have your shoes shined by the former lightweight champion of the world.” It was Sidney Walker, known as Beau Jack, recalled Mr. Dick, a wine company executive. “I sat down in the seat and I gave him five dollars. I told him: ‘I don’t want you to shine my shoes. I just want to look at you.’ ”
I love the Fontainebleau Hotel and I can’t wait for opening day.
My Grandfather had sparred with Beau Jack in NYC when they were both youngsters. I remember my Grandfather (old-school G and head breaker with IRA connects) told me a story of how he saw Beau Jack shining shoes at Fontainebleau Hotel.
After saying hello to his old friend, my Grandfather offered to shine Beau Jack’s shoes. G move to the fullest.
Respect.
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
“Gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from
Cause at the top will be the same place you hang from
No matter how big you can ever be
For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity
For years there’s been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I’m the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real
They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dollar bill”
- Nas
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
The time is 20:20 hrs on 4th September 2006, and Vincent Alexis Michaels is sitting at his computer, working overtime at the bank he has been employed at for over 5 years, in Montreal. Vincent is suspected of murdering his wife 11 years ago. Vincent is also a poker player and convicted sex offender.
What Mr. Michaels doesn’t know is that for the last 2 years, every time he has communicated with other people, using anything electronic, his emissions and communications have been intercepted by a group of 16 men based in Scotland. Landline calls, cell phone calls, emails, faxes, sms text messages, message board posts and internet browsing activity have been intercepted by a system known under a classified name.
Tonight is a date with justice. Tonight is a date where the Professional has planned everything so perfectly that not a piece of dust or a strand of hair is out of place. The Professional goes by the name David, and enters the building where Mr. Michaels works. David is equipped with an H&K Mark .23 Socom pistol with a knights armament corp sound suppressor and 3 lasers: 1 red, 1 green, 1 blue, to form a triangle of primary colours. David also has digital police scanners attached to his waist utility belt, and a PMR radio connected to Skype via Bluetooth, Wifi, and Wimax.
Skype is connected to an automated dialer, voice recognition equipment and signal analyzer. Power to the building will be dropped if a voice match against the target is confirmed.
David is wearing night vision goggles he bought from Utah over the internet. He has intercepted everything Vincent has done electronically for 2 years. He has planned this using 10 cycled anonymous proxies. David has viewed Google & Yahoo Maps, Google Earth, examined the electoral roll, and hacked into the RCMP’s database of criminal and sex offenders. Vincent doesn’t know his vehicle is tracked daily.
A mysterious man called Dr. David Webb, PhD, supplied the hitman with a laser reading device only possessed by the US Government. The device beams a laser at windows, and converts the internal air-pressure in a room, and the various bounces of sound off of that window, into a digital signal, and then converts it to analog sound, at the user’s request.
It takes David 8 flights of stairs to get up to the floor Vincent is on. Nobody can monitor the stairs, unlike the elevator, which can be monitored electronically.
“Pedro El Negro, Black Peter” “Peter has a list of all the bad kids” – “They receive a little donkey on their window sill, a little burro”. – Collateral
While preparing equipment and running a structured list through his mind, David listens to progressive house music and DJ sets such as Kenneth Thomas, Roger Liland, Perry O’Neil, Kasey Taylor and John Digweed. The beats match his work: no error, no room for mistake or a fade to black. This is not something you read in a book. Tonight he is listening to Abstract Habits (G Pal’s Bad Habit Remix) by Plastique Vision. Later he will listen to Space Drift by Undersky.
Undersky - Space Drift
David no longer feels emotion about a target. He has grown used to hearing about men all over the United States and Canada who hurt, abuse, torture or abandon their kids, men who murder their wives, or bank workers who give mortgages to people who they know can never pay it back. David is taking out the trash, the dregs of a deadbeat society. You become immune to emotion when emotion gets you killed. You become immune to emotion when your accuracy suffers because of it. David is a professional. He takes care of business, he gets the job done first time every time, and he does it with the aide of technology and a group of helpers who are so disconnected that even the CSE (Canadian Security Establishment) could not link any of them together.
Although being a hitman requires dedication, fitness, determination, and sometimes a rather cold, calculated attitude, David has other interests including computers, technology, mathematics and electronics. David is on a level of his own, and makes “Leon”, from the 1994 film of the same name, look like a joke. Jason Bourne wishes he could be David, even on a good day. Jack Bauer pales into insignificance compared to David.
It is now 20:43 hours and David has entered the building by using lockpicks to get in a door in a back alley. Prior to this, David had shown up in central Montreal, dressed in a flawless Versace suit and attended a corporate event. Near the middle of the event David went to the mens toilets and got changed and left through a window. He picked up his equipment at a classified location near abandoned warehouses.
David is wearing a Uniden BCD396T apco 25 ready digital police scanner and a Uniden two-way radio with a 20 mile range. The two-way radio is connected to an automatic voice sensor inside his vehicle, which houses it’s own Uniden Base Scanner, this time a BCD996T. He is monitoring Montreal’s response and SWAT team frequencies. David has a black Nomex lightweight balaclava in his utility belt, which he bought from Blackhawk Products in Virginia. On the right side of his belt is his silenced, tri-laser aimed pistol, a Mark .23 Socom, with Knights Armanent Corp Suppressor. On the left side on his belt he has silent flashbangs – flashbangs with no noise, just a magnesium burst, which effectively turns on all the retinal receptors at the back of your eye for a full 5 seconds, and makes your vision appear “paused”.
The building where the ‘dedos’ (target) lives, is almost entirely vacant, and David uses training he learned while at the French Special Police training facility outside of Paris, to avoid direct visual contact with anyone else.
Vincent is working on floor 4 in the “Investments and Savings” division. As David reaches floor 4, transmissions enter his earphones from his walkie-talkie: he is to take out the target without uttering a single word to him. Usually David has a question or some interrogation to carry out. Not this time. This is a mission of justice, revenge, punishment, and for David, absolute glory in taking out the trash of society. Vincent’s wife’s skull was found in 2004 by a rancher moving cattle. She had been missing since 1997. His wives’ family are connected to this contract, but he has no direct contact with them, too risky, too emotional. Vincent had also recently been found in possession of child pornography and showed no remorse whatsoever. A group from Illinois, which calls itself APMF – which stands for Anti-Paedophile Mercenary Force – took notice of Canadian news reports which linked Vincent to the people who own and run Limewire: the famous P2P program, which allows child porn on it’s network.
At 20:50 hours, David is at the start of the long line down the hall of floor 4. “PBX 139 to PBX 142, Target is in room 17.” David is wearing black military assault boots, black body overalls covered by a flightsuit. David puts on his balaclava, and night vision goggles, and attaches the suppressor to his weapon. As he begins to step down the hallway, everything goes into slow motion for David. He watches himself from above, behind, and to the side and at an angle from his own body.
“PBX 142 to PBX 139, cut power to building”. 3 seconds later the entire building is in darkness. He flips down his nightvision goggles and preps the holders on his silent flashbangs. As he approaches the door he moves at an angle and to the other side of it. He touches a switch and 3 military grade lasers come on in a triangular shape, and triad of colours: red, green and blue. All lasers have a 50 mile+ range in the darkness of night. David takes out a silent flash. The wooden beige coloured door is not locked but is closed over. He opens it so a space of about 10 inches and stops immediately.
“PBX 122 to PBX 142, Target in centre of room 17”. David has a sniper placed over a mile away in a building at the same height, who is armed with a Cheytac Intervention .408 calibre sniper rifle. The sniper is an ex-Navy Seal.
“Who’s there….hello….who’s there”. Vincent doesn’t understand why a door has opened and nobody came in. David then tears off the purple ripple-strip (better than a pin, which makes noise) from the silent flashbang and then throws it underarm into the computers at the centre of the room. He closes the door over, almost completely, for 2 seconds as it goes off. He then enters the room sticking closely to the wall, a pattern taught by the FBI-HRT (Federal Bureau of Investigation – Hostage Rescue Team). Through night vision he can see Vincent rubbing his eyes behind a computer in the centre of the room, and the lasers from his associate are coming into the window and dazzling him. David brings up the weapon to eye height, and then aims Vincent’s head. Two silenced rounds go off – a double tap. And Vincent falls to the ground.
“PBX 122 to PBX 142, couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. Check target for memory sticks at computer.”
“Confirmed, Sandisk 16gb Cruzer Micro memory stick on desk, will retrieve.”
David then switches off his lasers, and leaves the building as quick as possible.
When David returns to his home in Scotland, he finds £400,000 in his bank account, and a letter from a contractor. The memory stick contained 25,000 images of child abuse. “Your next target will be given to you within 4 weeks”. “Here is a picture of the woman that Vincent murdered.” David looks at a photograph. “And the family who hired you to do this indirectly, if Vincent had got away with this murder, how angry would they be, how fucking furious do you think they would get, if the police couldn’t get justice?” David burns the letter and photograph.
The date stamp on the letter read “Fort Meade, Maryland”, which is where the NSA is based. The NSA’s new “Cyterix” program is part of a mission to rid America, Canada and Mexico of sex offenders who harm, abuse, and hurt children.
David has reached the Zenith of his career at 24: a hitman taking out the trash, and doing it in a way which makes the movies look lame.
‘Not an icon, just a con’: Dinnertime bandit gets 15-year stretch
Alan Golder, convicted of two Greenwich burglaries as the so-called “Dinnertime Bandit,” was sentenced to 15 years in prison in state Superior Court in Stamford on Friday.
Golder was found guilty in August on four charges stemming from two Greenwich burglaries occurring in 1997, one on Sept. 25 on Woodside Road and another on Oct. 28 at a Round Hill Road residence. On Friday he received 10 years for each count of burglary, 12 years for a larceny conviction and 15 years for kidnapping. The sentences are to run concurrently.
After his release, Golder must serve 10 years of special parole, according to the sentence handed down by Judge John Kavanewsky.
In a statement to the court prior to sentencing, Golder told the judge he was confused as to the charges he was convicted on and blamed the outcome of the case on the legal work of his attorney, Howard Ehring.
“I believe Howard Ehring sold me out,” said Golder. “I think the jury was confused when they found me guilty.”
“Mr. Golder, you may have some grandiose illusions that you are an icon in the industry,” Kavenewsky said to Golder. “But put simply, you are a convict.”
It is unbelievable that attacks on the big city and the coasts are en vogue in this day and age. As if, small towns are more “American” than big cities. Hell, I am surprised people even admit they are from small towns. Being a Big City Playboy all my life, I would almost take offense to this non-sense if it wasn’t coming from such narrow minded people.
Sarah Palin recently busted off this idiotic statement lately:
“We believe that the best of America is not all in Washington, D.C. We believe” — here the audience interrupted Palin with applause and cheers — “We believe that the best of America is in these small towns that we get to visit, and in these wonderful little pockets of what I call the real America, being here with all of you hard working very patriotic, um, very, um, pro-America areas of this great nation.
This is where we find the kindness and the goodness and the courage of everyday Americans. Those who are running our factories and teaching our kids and growing our food and are fighting our wars for us. Those who are protecting us in uniform. Those who are protecting the virtues of freedom.”
Palin: “Best of America is in the Small Towns-little pockets of what I call the Real America
In the effort of balance, I am going to take the other side on this.
I have driven cross country a few times (I was a young proto-type G in my “transport” days) and seen many small towns. To be completely honest, these “these wonderful little pockets” are real shitholes. I remember I thought it was going to be all “On the Road” like my man Jack Kerouac and great seeing small town America. Well, it wasn’t. (Although, peeling girls in these spots is easier than beating your little cousin at five card stud with a loaded deck.)
Small town America is all about chain restaurants, gas stations, poor dentistry, racism, broke people, provincial attitudes, bad clothes, country sounding accents, words that don’t make sense, endless churches, Meth Labs, and Wal-Mart. And those are the positives. Small town America is where girls grow up, turn 18 and move to LA to get into porn.
Some of these places you can’t even get a drink. Seriously, there are DRY counties. No wonder people do so much Meth.
I mean, hell, Olive Garden is the best Italian Restaurant in these towns.
Really, the only thing they are good for is finding someone in the witness protection plan if your a hitter.
“I certainly agree that Northern Virginia has gone more Democratic. … But the rest of the state — real Virginia if you will — I think will be very responsive to Senator McCain’s message.
Real Virginia, I take to be, this part of the state that’s more Southern in nature, if you will.”
I have always thought of Northern Virginia as a Dump. Strip malls, sheep-like mentality, pleated pants and parkways full of traffic. If it wasn’t for Northern Virginia, there wouldn’t be lines outside of nightclubs in DC. But the rest of the state is pure hell. Not like I have ever been, really. But I can only imagine. (The place where NERD, Pernell “Sweet Pea” Whitaker, and AI must be kind of dope though).
It’s pretty funny since these Republican lovers of “Small Towns” hate France. Now that is a place with good small towns.
Give me a beach town in the French Basque country, wine, great food, and beautiful topless girls any summer day. Now that’s a good small town.
I guess I like “Small towns” too.
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy on the Rise’s favorite International Playboy on the Rise
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
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Old School G: Frank “Lefty” Rosenthal Rest in Peace
Bookmaker and former casino boss Frank “Lefty” Rosenthal died in Florida on Monday at age 79, according to family members and a source at his high-rise condominium complex in Miami Beach, Fla.
Rosenthal was a minor celebrity confined to the world of gambling, organized crime and Las Vegas society until the 1995 movie “Casino,” which was based on his life story, propelled him to a much higher level of fame — and notoriety.
Rosenthal’s passing marks the close of yet another chapter in the transformation of Las Vegas from a gambling destination of ill-repute to a global destination celebrated by everyday tourists, politicians and corporate leaders who invest billions of dollars in resorts.
“He was the innovator and creator of what we know today as the race and sports book in Las Vegas with all the modern accoutrements,” said Las Vegas Mayor Oscar Goodman, a former attorney who represented Rosenthal in high-profile scrapes with Nevada regulators, including now-Sen. Harry Reid. “He was an uncanny bettor and won a lot more than he lost.”
The 1995 movie, “Casino,” directed by Martin Scorcese and starring Robert DeNiro as a Sam “Ace” Rothstein, was essentially an idealized version of Rosenthal and boosted Rosenthal’s fame later in life.
He also maintained a Web site that offered gambling “tips and tricks.”
On Tuesday, Goodman said there was a side to Rosenthal that was largely unknown to moviegoers, gambling regulators and business associates.
“What I saw through representing him since 1972 until I was elected a mayor was a different side, a loyal friend and a loving parent who doted over his kids,” Goodman said.
Rosenthal himself told the Sun-Sentinel his Las Vegas story was poorly told, especially by those in law enforcement.
“Rumors and bull(expletive),” he told the paper. “That’s the No. 1 industry in Nevada.”
Here’s a sample of reactions from locals who knew Rosenthal at the height of his power.
“It’s been said you should never speak ill of the dead,” one former federal organized crime prosecutor said. “There are exceptions to the rule. Frank Rosenthal is one of those exceptions. He was an awful human being.”
Upon hearing the rumors of Rosenthal’s demise, a longtime Spilotro friend said, “I hope it’s true.”
To settle such disputes, I like to turn to the irrepressible gambler Lem Banker, who knew Rosenthal well and respected his handicapping knowledge — as well as his game-fixing skill.
“He was an egomaniac,” Banker said. “But he was a smart sonofabitch .”
Right on both accounts. Rosenthal arrived in Las Vegas from Chicago via Florida in the early 1970s and handicapped out of the Rose Bowl sports book, where the action was surpassed only by the Runyonesque characters. Marty Kane and Joey Boston worked for Rosenthal and became two of the most successful sports bettors.
After “Casino,” you’d think Lefty’s ego would have finally been sated. Hardly.
Even 10 years after his inclusion on the “List of Excluded Persons,” Rosenthal audaciously told me, “You couldn’t put out a newspaper without Frank Rosenthal.” What he lacked in stature in the new Las Vegas Rosenthal more than made up for in unabashed self-confidence.
He would ask, “Who ‘invented’ the modern sports book?” Frank Rosenthal, of course. Who brought vision and innovation to the casino industry? Mr. Frank Rosenthal!
All true. But who fixed ballgames and cheated bookmakers from coast to coast? The right-handed guy nicknamed Lefty.
Who could justify a life underwritten by the Chicago Outfit and argue with a straight face that he wasn’t associated with gangsters?
Back in the 1970s, Frank “Lefty” Rosenthal ordered his security crew to crush the right hand of a card cheat he caught at the now-defunct Stardust Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas — just as Robert DeNiro did in Casino, the 1995 film based on Rosenthal’s life.
“NOW-DEFUNCT” - THAT’S NEWS TO ME, AND THE STARDUST. THE RIGHT HAND CRUSH. THEY (THE BANDITO’S) GOT LUCKY. SO DID WE. HAD HE AND HIS GROUP OF PROFESSIONAL THIEF’S BEEN LESS GREEDY (THEY WERE UP 50K AND COULD HAVE CASHED IN) AND MORE SELECTIVE, THEY COULD HAVE “MILKED” US ONCE OR TWICE A MONTH. THAT WAS NOT THE CASE. THEY WERE LOOKING TO TURN OUR LIGHTS OFF, AND THAT, PLUS A BIT OF LUCK FROM OUR SIDE WAS THEIR DOWNFALL. ADDITIONALLY, THEY WERE MEMBERS OF A VERY SOPHISTICATED GANG THAT PREYED ON WEAK DEALERS, AND CLUELESS MANAGEMENT. HAD THEY BEEN ORDINARY SUCKERS LOOKING FOR AN ADVANTAGE, WE WOULD HAVE SIMPLY GIVEN THEM A WARNING NOTICE, AND AN 86. “ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR.”
“He was part of a crew of professional card cheats, and calling the cops would do nothing to stop them, so we used a rubber mallet — metal hammers leave marks, you know — and he became a lefty,” Rosenthal admitted to The Herald last week while dining at the Blue Point Ocean Grill restaurant adjacent to the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino in Hollywood. “I didn’t care if they tried to scam other houses, I just wanted to make it clear that they couldn’t do it at mine.”
THE MESSAGE THAT WE WERE SENDING WAS, DON’T COME BACK, AND CRIME DOESN’T PAY.
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy on the Rise’s favorite International Playboy on the Rise
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
