Pretend all you want, O Catholic Voters, that Truman is President and that one can be a true-blue American and vote Democrat. It is simply no longer so.
The Democrat Party is no longer a patriotic alternative. It is anti-Christian, especially anti-Catholic, and definitely anti-white working class, except on election day. It wants the white Catholic "working people blue collar" vote, that's all. They certainly do not want to be caught dead with a white working class Catholic. Diversity does NOT include the Irish, the Italians, the Poles, the French Canadians, the Portuguese, or any other groups in the old New England Catholic worker mélange.
The pro-queer, anti-American Democrat majority is Black, Illegally in the country, Female, LGBT, and no matter the demographic, the younger and dumber the better. So, working class Catholics, you are not quite needed ... except for the women.
Painting a picture of truly lost art
BY Howie Carr
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
I hate to be a gloomy Gus, but what if there’s nobody left alive who knows where the missing $500 million worth of stolen Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum paintings, etc., are stashed?
It doesn’t matter who robbed the museum. The only thing that matters is where the paintings are.
That’s what I couldn’t figure out about the Monday press conference. It was the 23rd anniversary, and obviously the feds didn’t want it turning in to one of the latter-day Whitey-on-the-lam press conferences on his birthday — namely, an excuse for the media to beat up the FBI again for its inability to find him.
So the G-men said they knew who the robbers are. And everybody said, that’s great, but where are the paintings? I mean, the statute of limitations on the robbery has expired. Maybe they could prosecute whoever’s holding them on charges of being in possession of stolen property, but how likely is that?
If you want, the feds will give you a grant of immunity to get the pictures back — trust me on that one.
So there’s no downside to turning them over and collecting $5 million. So why wouldn’t you turn them in? At this late date, there’s only one reason not to turn them into $5 million. And that’s because nobody knows.
Suppose the guys who did the biggest heist in history were going to prison, for a good long time. You know, for some dumb stunt like trying to rob an armored car while in possession of three grenades, each one of which was worth 30 years on and after the armed-robbery charges. If you didn’t try to cut an immediate deal (which most people would have), you’d want the paintings, your bargaining chips, in safe hands for later negotiation. Maybe you have them delivered to your uncle. Especially if he was a wiseguy, too, and you couldn’t trust anybody in your immediate family for reasons I won’t get into.
So (let’s call him) Uncle Bob has the paintings and he’s getting ready to open negotiations. But then, before he can get his nephew and the nephew’s pal out, he … takes a heart attack. Drops dead. Now, nobody knows where the paintings are.
These things can happen, you know. This month there was a story out of Bellport, Long Island. A couple bought a run-down bungalow for short money. In the garage, they found a lot of paintings and drawings. Turned out they’d been done by the former owner, who’d died. His name was Arthur Pinajian. He must have been pretty good — the art appraisers valued the trash in Pinajian’s garage at $30 million.
Listen, like everybody else I hope the paintings are back in the museum ASAP. But I just have a feeling we might be looking at a Pinajian ending a long way down the road.
Or maybe the feds will get lucky and get another tip from Iceland.