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Gangster Thursday: The Mob That Was Imaginary: Whitey Bulger’s

Every time I think of the book Whitey, The Life of America’s Most Notorious Mob Boss” I marvel at how some local Boston media folk could turn a mid-level gangster who murdered probably less than a dozen people, and none by himself, and who never ordered anyone to be killed,  and turn him into a “Mob Boss.” It was not only Gerard O’Neill and Dick Leher acting as if it were true, it was the whole mob of reporters in the Boston area and beyond.

Not only do they make him “America’s Most Notorious,” these self-styled experts on James “Whitey” Bulger, O’Neill and Lehr,,- ready – are you sitting down — state this: “In the annals of crime in the United States, Whitey Bulger today stands at the front of a line that include John Dillinger, Al Capone, Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow, and more recently, John Gotti. His list of victims matches or exceeds that of any other crime boss . . . .”

Poetry Wednesday: – Another of My Mother’s Poems

I wrote a couple of Wednesday’s ago how my mother used to recite poetry to me as a child which I assume was intended to influence me in how I should lead my  life. At that time I wrote about a little boy dying at home who could not wait for the spring to come. I suggested that was supposed to make me feel empathy for those who were trapped in poverty unable to have any medical help. At the time she was reciting these poems we were living in a housing project being assisted by the government, probably not far from the clutches of poverty itself should some untoward event happen to us, which fortunately it did not.

Today there are still too may little boys and girls and their families unable to gain medical care.  Yet we see there are many  who want to take medical coverage away from these poor as we see with Republicans who have gone to court to defeat the individual mandate in the Affordable Care Act and are in court seeking  to take away the coverage afforded by that act to millions of Americans. They have nothing to replace it.

Justice System Tuesday: From Dickens to Now – Little Has Changed

Did you ever wonder why the court system is so awful? It has been like that since Dickens time. He lived from 1812 to 1870 and pointed out how bad it was during his days.  He wrote Bleak House between 1850 and 1852. Here is what he wrote about the court which truth be told applies to the present time since little has changed.

The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation, Temple Bar. And hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln’s Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.

Never can there come fog too thick, never can there come mud and mire too deep, to assort with the groping and floundering condition which this High Court of Chancery, most pestilent of hoary sinners, holds this day in the sight of heaven and earth.

Politics Monday: Trump Lies: America Dies:

On Saturday Trump tweeted: “The deep state, or whoever, over at the FDA is making it very difficult for drug companies to get people in order to test the vaccines and therapeutics, Obviously, they are hoping to delay the answer until after November 3rd. Must focus on speed, and saving lives!”

This was done with no evidence. Sunday evening a little after 5:30 p.m. Trump announce what he called a major breakthrough on the Covid – 19 virus talkig about an FDA emergency approval involving the use of plasma treatment. You have to think the FDA succumbed to his pressure because he wanted a fake announcement before the convention.

Every doctor interviewed said the treatment has been used since March and there is no breakthrough. In fact, the tests are inconclusive and the large scale tests have yet to be done. This will make it more difficult to do them. A lie by Trump puts the people of America at greater risk if they believe there really has been a breakthrough.

On Saturday, August 22, 2020, Trump  tweeted:

Religion Sunday: Cafeteria Catholics

The Catholic Church of which I am a member has a list of what is permissible and what is forbidden In a book called the Catechism. It teaches that if you do not follow the what is permissible but slip into the
land that is forbidden then you have committed a sin.

 

There are two types of sin.

One is called venial; the other and most grave is referred to as mortal.

When I was in sixth grade I had to go to CCD which was a weekly class held after school at St William’s school taught by the nuns.

 

They dressed in garments similar to some Muslim women where all that is exposed of their body are their hands and face. Not even a speck of the hair on their head is visible. They were referred to as sisters.  One nun during this afternoon class explained the difference between mortal and venial sin.

She went to the blackboard on the side of the room to my right located on the wall opposite the windows. She drew a humungous circle in white chalk. She said that is our soul.

Saturday Blues: Trump and Russia

Alexie  Nalvany might be dead by the time you read this.  You know who he is of course. Let me remind those of you who don’t. He leads the opposition against Putin. It started out as few people but grew  and grew. He wanted to run against Putin in Russia’s last election.

He was not able to this. He was charged with a crime, convicted, and barred from running because of the fake conviction.  Putin picked his own candidate, the daughter of a friend, to oppose him.  He won as you might expect.

Nalvany did not go away. He spoke out against Putin who planned to be president for life. Putin tried to ignore him but he was like the big fly who comes into the house buzzing around. He bothered him but not to the extent he could do any damage but just his existence was unsettling.

Putin was not used to being bothered. Then his discomfort became heightened when he saw the people of Belarus stand up against their dictator. Putin’s orderly president for life was threatened. The Belarus people for decades have suffered in silence but no longer. Eric Hoffer noted that once people have seen better times it is difficult to make them forget them.

Gangster Thursday: The Absurdity of Equal Justice For Gangsters When Republicans Are Involved

I am again reading my introduction to my book tentatively titled, “Boston Gangster Wars. The 100 Gangster Murders Between 1956 and 1976″ I hope it to be ready for publication soon.

In the introduction I say that Thomas Sperrazza once said something to the effect that after you commit your first murder the rest are easy. There are a lot of people around Boston who know that is true. We seem to be the capital of the world where men roam the streets without worry after having murdered several people.

Other states people with one or two murders never see daylight outside prison walls again. A few are executed. Our right-to-life federal Department of Justice leader Bill Barr has reinstituted the death penalty and seems anxious to take the lives of as many folk he can as quickly as he can. Yet it is his special prosecutor John Durham, a life long Republican, like Attorney General Barr, that made deals that allowed murderers to walk the streets of Boston as free as a person who never got a traffic ticket.

Poetry Wednesday: A Poem My Mother Recited That Helped Shape Me

This is a poem my mother would recited to me. She was the only person among her nine siblings who attended college shown here in her college photograph. Under her name was written: “And heaven’s soft azure in her eye is seen.” It was written about her: “Had she lived when knighthood was in flower we know that those long thick braids would have shone in the dreams of many a gallant knight.”

She became a Boston school teacher. When she married my father she had to keep it a secret because in those days you could not be a married woman teacher. She had to hide not only the marriage but her pregnancy of my older sister, Kathleen, but eventually it caught up with her and she was canned. That was a blessing because she could devote her time to raising her six children. I was her second. She played the piano and the higher keys were when the angels sang.

She loved poetry and memorized more poetry than anyone I knew. She would often recite poetry to me.  I lived the first ten years of my life in a housing project supported by the government surrounded by wonderful parents, five siblings, and happy neighbors. I would not change that for the world.