You couldn't pay for entertainment as good as that, reality TV at its best. If I remember correctly he got a standing O a couple of times, quickly gaveled down.
The only Judge entertainment I enjoyed more was Kevin Harrintons Uncle Joe, District Court Judge in Salem, try to crawl up the stairs of Moes Skellar in Peabody after a night on the Town.
Special Saturday column ping
Anthony Galluccio laps up wrist slap
By Howie Carr | Saturday, December 19, 2009 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
So Christmas comes a week early for state Sen. Anthony D. (for Drunkard) Galluccio.
After his latest brush with a bad ice cube, the besotted solon gets . . . home confinement. Nice. Most guys jammed up as often as Galluccio would have gotten confinement in a new home, namely, the House of Correction.
This bum should be bunking with John Buonomo in Billerica, instead he’s telling reporters, “I’m going to open my home to constituents.”
The only problem is, sometimes when he’s got a load on he forgets where he lives. But you’ll be able to spot his house easily enough. It’s the one with the swinging doors.
“I have made a firm decision that there will be no alcohol in my life.”
Are you aware, Senator, that beer is in fact alcohol?
If I ever get in a jam, I don’t ask for any special favors. Just treat me like Sen. Galluccio.
There’s an old saying in the military that sums up this squalid case: “different spanks for different ranks.” I don’t so much blame the judge - Galluccio has been pardoned for two OUIs, and the clerk/magistrate in Boston broomed his demolition derby caper in the Back Bay. And of course, he ran away from his latest crash and hid long enough to make a Breathalyzer immaterial.
But still, the fact is, a lot of guys have done a lot less behind the wheel - and haven’t sent anyone to the ER - and they still ended up doing six months in Plymouth, or Dedham or Deer Island. They lost their licenses, their jobs, their families.
Galluccio gets a Dianne Wilkerson sentence, as they say at the State House. Hell, even Dianne had to go to a halfway house.
And Galluccio has the audacity to say, “I cannot overstate my regret for the decision I made that day.”
Give me a break. Not sticking around for the field-sobriety test - the sidewalk Olympics - was the best move he ever made, and he knows it. And where were the Mothers Against Drunk Driving (MADD) outside the courtroom?
Senator, to ask the question of the old song, was it the high cost of living, or the cost of living high?
This guy is acting like his last name is Kennedy. The only thing missing from yesterday’s sob story was a claim that he was on his way to a vote at the State House.
“This experience,” he blubbered, “has been a life-altering one for me.”
No it hasn’t. Six months in the House of Correction - that’s life-altering. This is a broom.
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