|Posted by Sherlock Pwahrow on March 11, 2020 at 3:50 AM|
IN ANZIO in Italy during the famous battle where the allies in WWII were victorious against the seemingly hapless in battle Italians. There is where he received his leg wound. The Italians. They couldn't even beat Ethiopia. Talk about a pushover. Easy duty. Lucky injury compared to some of the other grunts. Where were we? Oh the Italians. You ave to admire the fact that they were god awful soldiers. I mean, they are artists, painters, sculptors, architects, lawyers, politicians, actors, singers, musicians, creators. Creators of the cradle of civilization so they say. They haven't done jack militarily since Cesar and look what they did to him. Such gratitude. But even though they got their buts kicked, they got even. Boy did they ever get even with the Americanos. And so and eye for an eye hath made the whole world blind. One might suppose that at least some Italians would harbor a grudge against America and what they did to Italy during that engagement and during that war. Perhaps those in what is known as the Mafia or whatever such is the proper term, beaten handily upon the field of battle, set out to win the peace and conquer the conquerors. Look what they did to that poor Patton fellow. Abandoning such concepts as fair play and the such like, there we have one of the favorite Mafia dirty tricks. And here we may introduce it as Mafia Tactic 1: The staged car accident. So convalescing in Italy he might have had occasion to meet with one or more of such like. Those were the days before today's overwhelming technologies. Well not counting nuclear of course. Apparently there were those in the neighborhood as well as this man's army that looked up to and admired successful organized crime figures as people above the fray or whatever romance they saw in the life of a criminal. He enjoyed the thrill when Valda the black maid, who made a splendid Jamaican style chicken, was cleaning near his high frequency speaker horn and he let out a blaring blast of electric guitar sound upon his captive audience, reveling in the contortion of pain his might had accomplished. He had gotten a bad break early in life and if not for a successful open heart surgery his life might had been cut short. Oh the world knoweth not the evils it might had been spared had it not been. For when he drove by a church, the lighted cross upon its tower would dim. That must have been hell for him going through school as a student unable to attend gym or partake in other activities of the other boys. But he grew up tough and thrived in his own way and worked in his father's check cashing business in Queens, New York. Finding his Mojo in Satan, he studied The Satanic Bible. Grab your Rosary Beads for the Lord hath forsaken the White House. Yes, in God we Trust. The ever doting parents humored him in all respects. After all he'd been through. Okay so there's this evil eye and these steps that you must take to reach ever higher in the devil's good, er bad, Graces? Sort of like alcoholics anonymous but a lot less nice. Scary territory for the devout no doubt. But as what's her face opined, a real love survives, a rock steady life. Saved indeed thanks Microsoft. And then so we have to what, kill your brother, well, if you say so oh devil Moses guy. History is often not as advertised. Often it is discovered that we have been taught a bunch of baloney. For instance it turns out that Elisha Grey invented the telephone and that Bell fellow, he was a lowly patent thief. Making the former like the Pete Best of invention. More recently in baseball, the Houston Astros were found not to really be the true champions after all. Going to prove the old adage that in Texas everything is bigger; the scandals, the assassination, the cheating, the cover-ups. Texas, now there's a place where the lawmen appeared to be top notch in every respect. But they weren't. The assassination of JFK was an inside job. They pinned it on some nut who was then shot himself. That is twice in a row that what half the Dallas Police were duped while standing around doing nothing basically but watching both the assassination and the murder of the alleged assassin. Nice police work eh? It was a crisp clear morning in 1960s Mesquito Cove, New York as the line of policeman in their spritely uniforms paraded around in a semicircle not unlike a baseball team but instead of high fives they each received wads of greenbacks. Now overlooking the pond on Tweed's Island they sat on the bench and practiced. For the decorated Anzio Veteran it was a refresher course. For the dutiful son who followed as if on leash, time to practice, practice, practice for the test of manhood to come. If passed it would mean the dawn of a new era. They had been to Italy together. For the father, a reunion, for the son, an introduction. They brought back treasures from Italy, switch blade knifes. For sticking it to who? Behold! You have just met the REAL first and second shooters. THE shooters. THE assassins. For the father, the primary first shooter, the refresher course did the trick. For the son THE second shooter, now the student has become the master. Blowing off JFK's head sure felt good. That no good sob had directly threatened his livelihood. He had done in enough Gerrys during the war. What's one more notch from the Irish punk. Who'd a thunk two Pollacks from the Bronx were behind it. Not any Pollack. Check Cashing titans who later stiffed a money order treasury by stealing their own money, that is the money order company's money by cleverly riding off into the sunset in their own armored car from their own armored car company, floating all the way to the Bahamas and Paradise. They had them coming and going. And you thought crime didn't pay? Woe unto the world for the JFK thing was only the beginning. Having thus achieved the pinnacle of pinnacles in the underworld for their wondrously despicable acts, certainly a tough act to follow. Nonetheless they were wined and dined by the foremost beneficiary of their actions. The glittering ballrooms of the White House were thrown open to them. It's as if John Wilkes Booth hisself was given a Presidential Medal Of Honor for offing Lincoln. So it is. LBJ, President of the Mafia. He presented them with the Gold Bound voluminous Presidential Inaugurational this and Inaugurational that. Since that time, the Mafia was contracted to run the nation's police forces and there voice has been a constant influence in the highest levels of government. These two, when all is said and done, are in command of the above and much more due to their immense treasury siphoning skills. They cooked the books for the mafia and there bevy of police chiefs. Ted Roosevelt was a brave fighter of the Mafia even ostensibly succeeding for a brief moment and since that time others, most notably JFK and RFK, have tried and failed to rein them in.