Posted on 05/19/2009 11:26:58 PM PDT by raccoonradio
Finally, after all these years, Billy Bulger and I are on the same side of an issue.
We are both rooting for the Globe to fold.
Stipulated, your Honor, that the Corrupt Midget continues to grab that $200,000-a-year state pension. He’s still got his spalpeens at the public trough, including at least one double dipper. Makes ya wanna throw up on TV, as Dapper O’Neil used to say.
Yes, Bulger is the generalissimo of the Forgotten but Not Gone Brigade. He’s made disparaging remarks about this paper, too. How can we miss him when he won’t go away?
Still, the enemy of my enemy is my friend and my enemy is the Globe. So, welcome aboard, Corrupt Midget. “There’s something delicious,” he said Monday night at the branch library in Southie, “about outliving the enemy.”
Amen. Especially when you’re suddenly on the verge of a victory you never expected to win. I imagine Billy’s serial-killing brother, Whitey, felt much the same way in 1981 when his paid FBI agents started filling him in on what the G-men were recording on their bugs in the Mafia headquarters at 98 Prince St.
All along, Whitey had known that he was a better gangster, dammit, than the Angiulos. But he couldn’t be a made member, because his bloodlines were wrong, because he came from the wrong side of the tracks. They had always looked down their noses at Whitey. But now everything was going to fall to him, precisely because the Mafia had never cut him in, because he didn’t fit.
Billy’s gloating over the Globe’s demise is all about class warfare. Billy never had any problems with the Globe in the 1960s. Before busing, the paper still hired guys out of “the neighborhood,” to use Chuck Berry’s expression, a neighborhood that extended far beyond the Broadway bridge. The CM used to play cards with the legmen from all the papers, or so the Record guys told me, back in the day.
Billy’s problems with the Globe began when the newspaper forgot its roots. The blue-blooded owners decided to put the “Irish” (and Italian) back in “No Irish Need Apply.” Oh sure, the bow-tied bumkissers always kept a few Romanists around for comic relief in the later years. But they were mostly of the Pat and Mike variety, willing to put on the fake brogue and dance a jig for their masters. Castle Irish, you might say.
These Hibernian hacks felt they had to hate George Bush even worse than their lords. They were trying to pass.
Taylors or Sulzbergers, it didn’t matter. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. The snobbery of the Globe owners over the years brings to mind an old song from St. Patrick’s Day. Please join me, Billy, in a chorus of “Galway Way:” “They scorned us just for being what we are.”
After all this time, I am willing to concede one trait that the CM and I share: Irish Alzheimer’s. We forget everything but the grudges. And as Gore Vidal once said, “It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.”
Here’s my offer, CM. The night the Globe prints its final edition, I’ll buy you a drink, anywhere.
Anywhere except in Southie, that is.
Howie Wed column ping
Is it also a sign of the end of the world when the CM and Howie actually agree on something?
Pigs are flying.
Cats and dogs are sleeping with each other.
These are strange days (I think the Doors used to sing about them).
CM’s animosity towards the Globe is rooted in busing in the seventies. How’d that work out for ya?
LOL! Not only the CM's! Remember when -- at the height of the turbulence -- the Globe (in an apparent attempt to humanize Dukakis -- talk about an exercise in futility) ran a front-page picture of Dukakis walking his little daughter to school. With its stupendous insensitivity, the Globe never realized how it would further enrage all those Boston parents who could no longer walk their little children to school -- because they were being bused miled away or kept home in protest.
Hard to believe I'm old enough to remember when America was a free country . . . :(
Wed show ping.
By the way remember the incident where “hockey dad” Thomas Giunta beat Michael Costin to death at a rink in Reading?
(2000 or so)
Turns out the victim’s son, Michael Costin Jr—now 20—
is heading to jail after beating up his 43 yr old girlfriend.
http://www.salemnews.com/punews/local_story_139233852.html
>>Yesterday, Costin, now 20, was sent to Middleton Jail for 18 months, after pleading guilty to beating up his 43-year-old girlfriend and stealing her car two days before Christmas.
>>Prosecutor Michelle DeCourcey said Salem police were called to a Leach Street apartment on the afternoon of Dec. 23 by Costin’s girlfriend, who said he had grabbed her by the throat, punched her in the face and told her, “You’re going to die tonight.”
(snip)
>>
“I’m really sorry about the thing with your father, but you’ve got to grow up,” [Judge Richard] Mori told him. “It’s got to stop. You just can’t do this anymore.”
oops Junta (sp)
Didn’t have to look to see who wrote that headline! LOL!
Continuing the Howie ping here. Thu and Fri etc (new
column tomorrow)
Toll free Mass Pike during the holiday weekend? For
how many _minutes_? Will believe when I see.
“OK, five minutes, that’s enough. Get back in your booth..”
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/2255597/posts
Yep Yep Yep and yesterday some old biddy mistook the gas for the brake and slammed into a dunkin donuts in Southie..........it just never freakin’ ends.........!
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