Posted on 08/29/2009 7:48:37 PM PDT by raccoonradio
Howie Carr live thread. When the Herald posts his column I'll post it here. Also Jerry Anguilo has shed his mortal coil which means another winner in Howie's death pool.
Howie ping list for the week. When the Herald stops all the fawning over Ted Kennedy and posts Howie’s Sunday column, I will post it here.
Herald’s article on Jerry Angiulo’s death.
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/2327775/posts
From the comments on the Herald’s article about Anguilo:
>>Wow!....Two prominent figures in Boston crime families dead in one week.
So I guess Jerry won’t be down for breakfast.
Indeed and as Howie would say now would be a pretty good time to pick up your copy, if you don’t have one already (I do—autographed) of The Brothers Bulger by Howie Carr with more on Jerry, Whitey, Stevie, Billy, John Connolly... :)
oops FDNYRHEROES pointed out to me that he hasn’t done the death pool yet for the person who picked Ted K, so maybe whomever had Angiulo is out of luck!
Video (mostly audio actually) of interview with Chappaquiddick diver John Farrar/ WHDH-AM Howie Carr show
done from the “party house” some 25 yrs later
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miAyUKStliM
We got column!
‘Giant’ distractions are welcome for Mumbles Menino
By Howie Carr | Sunday, August 30, 2009 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
Can we get back to the mayor’s race now?
Mumbles Menino is like a football coach with a fading team - the Chesterfield Street Coatholders - clinging to a 3-point lead in the fourth quarter. With Ted Kennedy’s passing Tuesday night, Coach Mumbles got to take another week off the clock. Now we’re down to the three-week warning.
Hizzoner was supposed to debate his two opponents last week - on a real TV station, Ch. 4, and in prime time, for an hour, rather than in one of those Sunday-morning slots Mumbles has insisted on during past campaigns.
Now the debate’s been rescheduled to Wednesday night, directly against the Red Sox [team stats]-Tampa Bay game. Wild-card fever grips Hub!
Mumbles remains ahead, as anybody who’s been mayor for 16 years should be. Talk about institutional support. It’s not just real-estate developers and the City Hall hackerama. Photos from Brighton tell the story of Mumbles’ overwhelming leads in the barroom, package store and vacant-lot communities. And you know why: Their owners don’t want any trouble. It’s good to have friends at City Hall, especially if they have friends in ISD, or the BPD, or at the Licensing Board.
Meanwhile, as the big green Menino signs kept going up on every eyesore in the city, Mumbles was working his oratorical magic on the tube, a Ted eulogy in every live shot. He kept calling Teddy a “giant” - an easy word for Mumbles to remember. Giants . . . didn’t they play the Pats in the Super Bowl one year and then the victory parade got canceled and the city didn’t need all them duck boats and “potta-potties?”
But back to Mumbles’ reflections on the senior senator.
“When you talk about Teddy it was never about him, all about the people. What can I do for the people? Ted Kennedy was one of the elected officials who cared about people.”
Mayor, would you describe Ted Kennedy as a people person?
“He really knew how to deliver for us, you know, when Clinton was, uh, president, uh, the cops bill I mean he did a tremendous job in reduce crime in Boston to the point that, uh, some people have made, 33 homicides one year in Boston.”
Don’t go there, Mayor. The murder rate is not your friend this year.
“He was just a very special guy and, uh, he was great to be and, uh, I had some good, good times with him.”
Maybe not as many as Chris Dodd, but what the heck. He was a giant.
“I’m-a go tell ya, when the Red Sox had him throw out the first pitch he called me up and says, ‘Hey, may-ah, wanna come to the game with me?’ I says, ‘I don’t go to those games, uh, the first games.’ ”
But Mumbles went, because the giant invited him. Just like he did some fund-raising for Teddy’s new institute at Columbia Point.
“We hosted some breakfast to raise ’em revenues, uh, for that and I think it’s gonna be a great learning place for, uh, young people in the future and I’m really proud to be a very small part of that and, uh, it was Kennedy, Sen. Kennedy’s vision once again to make sure he left something so young people could learn from his experience and learn about what the U.S. Senate is all about.”
If I had only one word to describe Mumbles’ vocabulary, that word would be . . . giant.
So let the mayor’s fight resume. And if you’ve noticed a Menino sign or two suddenly popping up in your neighborhood, especially if it’s in a saloon or some such place, please e-mail us at citydesk@bostonherald.com. Maybe we’ll run a whole spread of ginmills for Mumbles next Sunday.
We appreciate your tips. As Mumbles himself would say, “Thank wu.”
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1194159
because he’s having a tough time finding someone to be there every time he does a new one? we should complain...
The Boston Herald—the alleged conservative paper in town—is sickening. Fawning coverage (exc. maybe for Howie), special editions...am almost ready to cancel my subscription
GRAND FAREWELL TO “TOWERING PRESENCE”
Ted roars one last time: A plea to pope
Victoria Kennedy shows fortitude in a time of sorrow
Kennedy at rest with brothers, vets
Eagan: Flame now burns for Ted
Tito, Ted shared bond
Complete Kennedy coverage
A LIFE IN PHOTOS
Special Howie Sunday column (on Herald site—not sure if it made print edition today, or later editions of Sun. paper)
Angiulo not an everyman, but an every gangster
By Howie Carr | Sunday, August 30, 2009 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
Yes, Gerry Angiulo was a gangster, the Mafia underboss of Boston, a very bad man. He robbed people, he conspired to obstruct justice, he loansharked, he ordered murders. He hated blacks, Jews and the Irish. He threw the F-word around probably as much as anyone ever has, with the possible exception of his top enforcer, Larry Baione.
Now Gerry is assuming room temperature, at the age of 90. But he leaves behind his classic comedy routines, as recorded on FBI bugs of his North End headquarters back in 1981. Gennaro Angiulo was, if not an everyman, then at least an every gangster, a hoodlum perpetually flummoxed by idiot offspring, incompetent employees, conniving colleagues and crooked cops.
You want an example? Here’s Angiulo trying to explain to a couple of his knuckle-dragging thugs how to kill a potential grand-jury witness against him. They just don’t get it. Finally, in exasperation, he utters these words:
“I don’t need tough guys! I need intelligent tough guys.”
After unleashing a final flurry of f-bombs, Gerry dismisses them with these instructions:
“Just hit him in the head and stab him, okay? The jeopardy is just a little too much for me. You understand American? Okay, let’s go.”
Gerry understood American all right. He graduated Boston English, Class of ’37. That was the end of his formal education, and as the years went by, his contempt grew for the pampered punks he dismissed as “college boys.” That included his own son Jason, who didn’t even know enough to change the dice at all the Las Vegas nights Gerry had put him in charge of.
“That’s a bleepin’ order,” Gerry told his boy one night, “’cause you’re a bleepin’ idiot.”
Jason can’t even figure out what to tell customers at the Las Vegas nights when they complain that they’re being ripped off by wiseguys running the wheels and the craps games. Dad Angiulo explains to Jason what to say to anyone who’s griping.
“It’s for charity, you bleepin’ bleep!”
Then Gerry asks Jason how he will respond when he’s in front of the grand jury and the feds ask him what he runs.
Jason: “Primarily the club.”
Gerry: “Prime who? Don’t use them bleepin’ words with me, they’re too big. ‘Primarily the club.’ What club?”
Then Angiulo pere ponders what might happen, if Jason goes behind closed doors with the 23 good men and true. Will he stand up?
“You wouldn’t be the first son that turned in his father. Take my word for it. That I can bet you on. And on the other hand, you must remember there’re a lot of guys in Leavenworth and a lot of guys in Lewisburg that protected their sons. They went, ‘He had nothing to do it, it was me.’ There’ll be no such bleepin’ thing here.”
Gerry Angiulo spent a lot of time thinking about grand juries, and how to avoid getting hooked for perjury. As he told Jason, “Once you start L-Y-I-N-G the answer is always yes or no, there’s no explanation.”
But there was another way to go — dummy up. Gerry quoted one of his associates answering questions: “I don’t even know what the bleep youse are talking about.”
You know how on Seinfeld they’d always say, Yada yada yada? Or your kid says, “Whatever.” Gerry had his own verbal tic: “Ba ba beep ba boo beep.” Or, sometimes “Ba beep ba boo.” As in, “They’re gonna ask him....ba ba beep ba boo beep.”
Trying to explain the meaning of the Racketeer-Influenced Corrupt Organization (RICO) Act, Gerry lectures young Jason on what happens if you admit to two crimes:
“You are just beginning to put the frame work of the RICO. An enterprise. Remember that word, enterprise. And it isn’t the USS aircraft carrier either. Enterprise!”
In the end, despite all the strategizing (with, among others, Sal DiMasi’s attorney William Cintolo), Gerry went down, hard. He did more than 25 years in prison, and much to his chagrin, the G-men didn’t even have to frame him. He gave them the rope to hang him with, just like a stupid college boy would have done.
“The dirty part of this is, there’s no fiction. They don’t have to fictionize.”
As he told Larry Baione at the end, “You know what I’m so bleepin’ aggravated about? We had to be total bleepin’ idiots.”
To which Larry responded, as he always did: “Give me a drink.”
Gerry Angiulo, 1919-2009. And what more can you say except ba ba beep ba boo beep? You understand American?
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1194230
and another?
Thanks for the laughs, Jerry
By Howie Carr | Monday, August 31, 2009 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
Who says the Boston FBI office is worthless? At least they recorded all these “Doghouse Tapes” of Boston Mafia underboss Gennaro Angiulo. For three months in early 1981, the G-men were taping everything that was being discussed in Angiulo’s North End headquarters at 98 Prince St.
Let’s go right to the transcribed adventures of the late Gennaro Angiulo as he muses on Mafia matters great and small, but almost always profane.
Upon hearing of the passing of one of his loanshark victims: “He can’t be dead. He owes me $13,000!”
On the eternal question: “Will he or won’t he stand up?”
On the problem of employing junkies who might get sent to prison: “Now the problem is, this kid goes to the can, he ain’t got no pills, no marijuana, he ain’t got nothing. He starts to get them heebie jeebies.”
More instructions to his hitmen on how to eliminate a grand-jury witness: “Strangle him. And get rid of him. Hit him in the bleepin’ head ... Even if you gotta snatch him off the street ... Get outta the car and you stomp him. Bing! You hit him in the bleepin head and leave him right in the bleepin’ spot. Do you understand?”
LCN angst: “The bleepin’ life, it stinks. I don’t need that bleepin’ bleep.
The price of failure, to one of his thugs: “You want to be careful because you can be killed. Because the only guy he’s gonna bury is you and I can’t even say that but... Don’t ever tell me that something happened and we had to pass. Because you will be in more bleepin’ trouble than you were to start with. You understand?”
On bringing in outside help: “I am sending for Vinnie and his partner, Fat Vinnie.”
On being owed money by the Winter Hill Gang: “Jesus Christ all bleepin’ mighty, why haven’t these guys been in touch with me? I don’t understand it. Bleep me, maybe they don’t like me. They got a right not to like me. It’s not a problem. But they been jerkin’ me around.”
And finally, one from Larry Zannino, Gerry’s drunken muscle. Here, after untold glasses of chianti, Zannino tries to give his troops a pep talk:
“Sonny, I must know what youse are doing.... Jesus Christ, give me the respect that I give you people. That’s all I want. Then I’ll never let any bleepin’ body harm any bleepin’ one of you.... ’Cause all of you are basically a beautiful bleepin’ guy.”
They’re not making beautiful bleepin’ guys like Gerry and Larry anymore.
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1194332
Monday show ping
Are you on facebook? try the Howie appreciation society
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2234352828
(only will show up if you’re on facebook I believe)
Poll
Which recent death in 2009 was the most over-covered event?
Ted Kennedy
36%
Michael Jackson
64%
I voted for Ted coverage but am considering the onslaught of local media
Deval to make announcement about special election (or lack thereof?) today. Maybe it WILL be held, Jan 19 or 26. Shovel your way out then go to the polls.
http://www.boston.com/news/local/breaking_news/2009/08/patrick_to_make.html
RR - did WRKO move the studio? Howie and Sandy mentioning having to move items, sports memorabilia in boxes, more people missing etc.
yeah the gist of it from what I heard is that they moved into another air studio which used to belong to their sister sports station, WEEI. Howie groused that his reward for getting high ratings was to be put into a smaller studio, while the sports station, whose ratings are failing, get his.
Howie joked that there were Tom Brady posters on the walls,
“we’re number one” foam fingers lying around, and Sandy said, “I had to pick up a lot of chicken bones off the floor”.
Howie of course wanted to flee to Greater Media’s WTKK 2 yrs ago this month (would have debuted in late Sep, 2007)
but a judge said no. Entercom had the right to keep Howie for “the next 5 years” so by fall of 2012, as Howie puts it, his “sentence will be up”. Howie did mention supposedly there were more layoffs at WRKO—like the fax machine and i suppose some non-show people (ad people? or maybe people who do production) All WRKO has left on weekdays is 2 shows: Finneran & Feinburg and Howie, and their producers.
Howie mentioned that when he sends prizes out he has to address them himself, etc. Nobody around anymore to do that.
Wed column ping
New Hampshire booze run puts rep at top of idiot heap
By Howie Carr | Wednesday, September 2, 2009 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
The competition is always fierce, but this morning we have a new Dumbest State Rep.
Come on down, Rep. Michael Rodrigues, (D-Westport). He’s in the mix every year for the coveted DSR award, a 50-year-old career layabout whose blinding intellect lights up the room like a three-watt bulb.
But now, he rises above the other perennial contenders for the coveted DSR award, more commonly known as the Kujawski. Wait ’til next year, John Rogers and Ben Swan.
In what may be a first, Rodrigues (rhymes with, “dumb as bricks”) snagged the award out of state - specifically, at a New Hampshire liquor store. When this photo was taken, Rodrigues was picking up some distilled spirits just after he voted to impose a 6.25 percent sales tax on liquor sales in the commonwealth.
In other words, do as he says, not as he does.
Being spotted at a New Hampshire state packy was stupid enough, but what makes it worse is that he was driving a Ford with his own personal House license plate - 29.
A call placed to Rodrigues yesterday was answered by his aide. She said he was at the State House but was on another line. I gave her my number but when the phone didn’t ring, I knew it was him. I called again. A machine answered. The rep was taking it on the lam.
Too bad, because I had only one question for Rodrigues: Why the hell didn’t he use somebody else’s car for the booze run? Who in their right mind, or with a mind at all, would put one of those I’m-a-hack license plates on his car? As one ex-rep said to me, “When people see those tags, they throw bleep at you.”
Rodrigues is obviously not the sharpest knife in the drawer. You should see the political vermin who donate to his campaign - the feds should be empaneling a grand jury, just on spec alone.
He took dough from Richard Vitale, indicted Sal DiMasi’s indicted accountant. (His committee handled a bill that would have benefitted one of Vitale’s very ethical clients, the ticket-scalping community.)
Other Rodrigues contributors include Felon Finneran, who gave him $200, and Mrs. Felon Finneran, who not being a lobbyist was able to chip in $500.
After his conviction, Felon Finneran was replaced as the top lobbyist of the Mass. Biotech Council by ex-Rep. Bob Coughlin, who is mentioned in the recent DiMasi indictment. Coughlin gave $200. Ex-Sen. Henri “Kickenbach” Rauschenbach, indicted but not convicted, also chipped in the lobbyist’s traditional $200. Ex-Sen. Biff MacLean was good for $125, Bulger rumpswab Bobby Karam put up $150.
Do you get the picture?
By the way, as of his most recent filing, Rodrigues had $160,381.08 cash on hand in his campaign war chest.
If a shameless, money-grubbing hack who’s sitting on 160 large thinks a 6.25 percent tax on booze and the excise tax that’s already been imposed on it is too much, how does he suppose people who actually work for a living feel?
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1194846
I love the way Howie writes.
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