Old Timer Mobsters Had Some Honor and Actions Were About Respect . . . New Mob, Spoiled, Living In Mansions, Driving Limos, Soft Life, Creates Loss of Character; All About the Money . . . Sing Like Birds When Caught!
As I see the burgeoning numbers of Internet hits, 5X the number, already high, every time I write about my son's bands, especially, God's Revolver @ Crucialfest 5, with a new video, a colorful, fun video, full of head slamming, entertained and amused old friends, new music major friends, good memories from concerts passed, hopes and dreams of concerts robbed, and the possibility of future concerts, with guitar antics from old pros, so familiar with the tunes, that playing a guitar overhead, never misses a beat, Rouse, lead singer, appears to be wearing the same shirt, he was back in the day, lol, and a good time is had by all! FUN, FUN, FUN! But, as I watched the news last night, there was a spark feeding frenzy caught on video, off either the coast of Florida or California, that was deadly, sinister, and vicious, and I am reminded, of how many sharks, have their teeth in the music, of God's Revolver, of Christmas's past, and sadly of the present and the future, and the deadly waters the band is swimming in again, as they rock their western epic, that is creative, as new today as it was in 2006 or 07, leading into being named, Hard Rock Band of 2008, by Magnum Magazine, with music that is stirring, powerful, meaningful, carries a philosophical message, as well as tales of lover's triangles, overtones of a haunting religion, in man's battles with God, self, and other men, demonstrating the passions involved, as in the true crimes stories, I am going to write about, in addition to spiritual reckoning, dealing with questions of pride, justice, sanctification, with Box Done Buried . . . carrying the bones of the last 10 years, with some, taking their last Holy Breathe, seeing potential wane if not cautious, with similar mob members, hungry for a second shot at the dough, but softened by the easy life, joining the ranks and files of cops, made men, with fuzzy lines of illegal activities, and law enforcement blurred, hooking those who are to protect, into the easy life, of ill gotten gains, from my son's music, my blog hits, as they take their shark's bite, and me writing in joy, turning into, the dead carcass of a bleeding seal or dolphin, and is seen as bloody bait, in the treacherous waters, of teeth, fins, steal blue eyes, in an industry, filled with sharks, barracudas, and with with cold blooded killers.
Little has changed in the relationships of law enforcement, as in the old days of mobsters in New York, Boston, and Chicago; however, back in the day, of early emigrants, there was a hunger for what this country, America had to offer, but with language barriers, difficulty to earn a good living, many men, turned to crime as a means to get money, to survive, and thrive. While I totally disagree with the life style, the predatory nature of the mob, their entanglement with cops, who were also on the take to make an easy buck and in a position to do so, getting a cut of the money collected by the mob, letting the carry on their dirty deeds, preying on legitimate business owners, sometimes with lucrative operations, there as at least some sense of honor, of never going so far as to lose the respect of other mob families, trying to conduct their illegal activities, in a way, that would at least, while deadly in nature, gain, some kind of respect among, not only their rank and file members, their organized crime structure and families, but provided some sense of dignity, that while breaking the law, they did so with class, taking only a portion of the proceeds from well fought and established companies and businesses, unlike the mob, that has its teeth, in my son's music, that would drain, bury, kill, steal, hurt, injure, the very source of their income, not taking a mere 10% off the top, but cutting off the music at its core, and through avarice and greed, take, 100% by creating a new band, to steal the music, fabricate the authenticity and leave the band, with the brilliance, not a dime for 20 fucking years of work!
What is there to respect, to honor, in that? I ask you? And as the old mob, was replaced with the new brew, still with the brutality and the viciousness of competing families and inner family struggles, as money flowed, families got rich, lazy, sloppy, incompetent, and would squeal like pigs when they got caught, never developing a code of honor or respect, opening the doors of prison walls, for the few, who refused to rat out the rest, and cushy lives, of the witness protection programs, new identities, lives, and hopefully, legitimate lives, of hard work and earnings, in exchange for prison time, if there even is any now days, seeing so many cops of all levels, involved, as I have. Most gangsters, even in the protection programs returned to crime, finding the easy money more enticing that the work of the rest of us, who payed for our families, homes, and businesses, through patience, work, practice, schooling, testing and licenses. With money, came softness, weakness, that permeates the new mob, who still, have their cover families, their wives at home, with the kids, but, they still meet at the social clubs, for men only, meeting strippers, prostitutes, and whores, cheating behind their wives backs, but the difference is, the old timers were committed to their wives, with little emotional attachment to their whores . . . that, doesn't seem to be in the stars of the new mob, not only are they soft with no honor, there is little to respect in them from any aspect of life, family, religion, politics, power, or dignity. I would advise my son and his band, as they venture forward, to be wise as serpents and gentle as doves . . . you have it so far over these fuckers, it is not funny! You have staying power, universally great music, that transcends time, like all classics, and in that, you are truly musical geniuses! Good luck . . .
Little has changed in the relationships of law enforcement, as in the old days of mobsters in New York, Boston, and Chicago; however, back in the day, of early emigrants, there was a hunger for what this country, America had to offer, but with language barriers, difficulty to earn a good living, many men, turned to crime as a means to get money, to survive, and thrive. While I totally disagree with the life style, the predatory nature of the mob, their entanglement with cops, who were also on the take to make an easy buck and in a position to do so, getting a cut of the money collected by the mob, letting the carry on their dirty deeds, preying on legitimate business owners, sometimes with lucrative operations, there as at least some sense of honor, of never going so far as to lose the respect of other mob families, trying to conduct their illegal activities, in a way, that would at least, while deadly in nature, gain, some kind of respect among, not only their rank and file members, their organized crime structure and families, but provided some sense of dignity, that while breaking the law, they did so with class, taking only a portion of the proceeds from well fought and established companies and businesses, unlike the mob, that has its teeth, in my son's music, that would drain, bury, kill, steal, hurt, injure, the very source of their income, not taking a mere 10% off the top, but cutting off the music at its core, and through avarice and greed, take, 100% by creating a new band, to steal the music, fabricate the authenticity and leave the band, with the brilliance, not a dime for 20 fucking years of work!
What is there to respect, to honor, in that? I ask you? And as the old mob, was replaced with the new brew, still with the brutality and the viciousness of competing families and inner family struggles, as money flowed, families got rich, lazy, sloppy, incompetent, and would squeal like pigs when they got caught, never developing a code of honor or respect, opening the doors of prison walls, for the few, who refused to rat out the rest, and cushy lives, of the witness protection programs, new identities, lives, and hopefully, legitimate lives, of hard work and earnings, in exchange for prison time, if there even is any now days, seeing so many cops of all levels, involved, as I have. Most gangsters, even in the protection programs returned to crime, finding the easy money more enticing that the work of the rest of us, who payed for our families, homes, and businesses, through patience, work, practice, schooling, testing and licenses. With money, came softness, weakness, that permeates the new mob, who still, have their cover families, their wives at home, with the kids, but, they still meet at the social clubs, for men only, meeting strippers, prostitutes, and whores, cheating behind their wives backs, but the difference is, the old timers were committed to their wives, with little emotional attachment to their whores . . . that, doesn't seem to be in the stars of the new mob, not only are they soft with no honor, there is little to respect in them from any aspect of life, family, religion, politics, power, or dignity. I would advise my son and his band, as they venture forward, to be wise as serpents and gentle as doves . . . you have it so far over these fuckers, it is not funny! You have staying power, universally great music, that transcends time, like all classics, and in that, you are truly musical geniuses! Good luck . . .
Deadly Women: They Buried Their Children
In a manner, not unlike their male counterparts, the mob wives, or cops wives, all one in the same, part of the feeding frenzy, the sharks, with gold digging, money grubbing, leading them to the depths of motherhood, and depravity, they have, switched places with me, so they can claim, Elliot, or Greta, Chris and Nicole as their own, in a game, that is 360 degrees, in circumference, or a complete, covering of my life, from start to finish, from home life to, career, from stories, to travels, to cases to blogging, but the saddest part, not necessarily for me, because, I to this very day, am fighting for my children, parenting them, writing to protect them, telling them how to avoid the landmines of life, and avoid the dire circumstances, that accompany, this action or that, but, I wonder, as these women, take credit, claim, and fight, to be called the mothers of my children, where in the hell did their own go? Who is watching their children? Where are they and how are they explaining this whole fucking phenomena to them, that they somehow, raised at the hands of these same women, who now proclaim to be the parent of my children . . . what are they saying to their own children?
They are, when all is said and done, their mother's children, same with dad, but mothers, generally, come with an innate, sense of nurture and the need to protect their young, to one extent or another, and with close examination, it it you claiming to cover old crimes and sins, not to think of them, my children, but for what they can do for you, all about you, never about them, or you would not harm them, switch them, or want to steal their lives, husbands, wives, girlfriends, careers, children, to make you own children, appear to be more successful, thus making you, appear to be a better mother, but in the process, actually ditching the lives, of your children! If that makes sense, as none of this does, being so damaging to your own flesh and blood, maybe promising wealth, easy lives, houses, cars, degrees, careers or whatever, all on the backs of those children, you are robbing, or switching lives with? There is more than one way to kill a child . . . physical, as will will see with these mothers, or psychically, mentally, emotionally, daily taking away the essence of who they are, what they have become, or what they are about! That may be a crueler crime . . . burying them ALIVE!
The Case of the Bad Mother #1
Motherhood, by any stretch, can be a challenge, with late nights, diaper rash, colic, teeth aches, sore throats, etc., all the childhood trauma, but with it all come the sweet smiles, the happy voices, the cute actions, the hugs, kisses, homemade Mother's Day cards and presents, handcrafted notes, of I love you, MOM! Life in all its aspects, is a balancing act, and you get the good with the bad, the sweet with the challenging, the sick nights, and doctors calls, with the joy of a healthy child. The last thing, a girl, wants to do, is rush into this, unprepared, without a spouse, or thinking this is some type of doll, that you can put on a shelf, and leave to go hang out with a friend, go dancing, or spend all your time with a new boyfriend, who, most likely, depending on the age and circumstances, not ready to be a father, nor take on that role, until he is ready, and if you happen to get lucky enough be get, a responsible one at a young age, who is willing to take on a single, young mother, you better treat him good, because he is a rare commodity!
But, in this case, there is no father in the life of a young woman and her new baby, who live with her parents, who are happy to help, but don't want full responsibility for the child, with careers of their own, having raised their own children, and are unprepared emotionally, to take on their child's child, and responsibility. But, party girl, not unlike, Casey Anthony, the big, Nancy Grace, story that took what two years to cover, this mother, was of a similar bent and character, totally, not wanting the duty of motherhood, seeing it as cramping her style, freedom, getting in the way of her new romance, with dude, making her, as was the case with Susan whatever, who drown her two cute boys, because children didn't fit in his life . . . women who will do anything for their man, and sometimes a guy who is not their man yet, and sadly sacrifice their own children, just with the chance of being with this guy.
Eventually, this mother, gets into it with her mother, who has shoulder the brunt of raising this child, and time after time, is made late for work, because her party girl daughter, can't get in on time, and she finally has had it, welcomes her daughter to motherhood, and turns the responsibility back to this narcissistic, self absorbed, immature girl, who, immediately takes her baby, out to the woods, tries to poison this 18 month old, with heavy doses of cough syrup, that doesn't work, so she, chokes her baby to death, leaves her in the car seat, until the small body goes stiff, then she discards her baby, out in the woods, as if a piece of trash, and she beats on herself, concocts this tale of rape, baby kidnapping, and battery, calling her boyfriend for sympathy, and cops, making up a story, that doesn't match her cell phone records and she ends up, without her child, no man, and the rest of her life or a good portion of life, in prison, for killing her baby!
Bad Mother #2
Now with this mother, there is some sympathy, because, being a devout, Christian, she and her husband, have 4 children, with three, I believe, under the age of like 5, in accordance with their faith and beliefs; however, this poor mother, who appears to have it all together, is suffering from postpartum depression, is overwhelmed by the responsibilities of motherhood, also haunted by the memories and suicide of her own mother, and adding to her feelings of being trapped and overworked, she home schools her oldest daughter, as she battles depression. She did, however, recognize she was slipping more and more into a depression and she seeks help of her pastor, who tells her to pray more and advises her to not take medication, and later, this woman, snaps, stabs her husband, her daughter, chokes her baby, and sets herself and the whole family on fire, killing all but, a three year old boy, who somehow survives all this drama! FBI profiler, Candice Delong, makes the observation with this mother, that all this could have been avoided, had she gotten the help and support she needed. She had mental health issues, as you would coming from the traumatic childhood, seeing her mother's way to handled the stress of motherhood . . . but, let this be a lesson for all of us, that when someone cries for help, fucking help them, so many of life's crisis can be avoided or cut off at the pass, if there is help provided, understanding, friendship, a loving insightful husband to spell mom off on her duties, giving her a night out with friends, or at least insisting on a babysitter and as pressure mounts, the last thing that should be insisted on, is home schooling! It is fine if you can handle it, but don't let anyone, guilt you into it, or put demands on your time, when they themselves would never do that same thing! Husbands!
Bad Mother #3
This mother, again, had a traumatic childhood, when she was young, she was playing out in a garage, with brother, who finds a lighter . . . parents who smoke, can't leave lighters around, kids are drawn to fire, mesmerized by it, and will, if given the opportunity, use it, as this young boy did, lighting his sister's nightgown on fire. All through her youth, she goes through like 90 surgeries and skin graphs, having burned most of her body, but she is a pretty girl, and get's pregnant, without, having a responsible man, to bear his burden of the parenting, with it taking two to tango, to have a baby, sex is only part of the deal, and what happens during that sex, is both of your responsibilities, not just fun for one, and hell for the other, if a baby comes as it did and nature, seems to make happen with sex, but she is going it, parenting alone. And as first it is fun, she digs having this little buddy, but as the time rolls on, and her years are passing, her son becomes a burden to her, so she decides to get rid of this burden. First, she hires babysitters, but the pickings are slim, and so see brings in teenagers, who use her house as a party house, she buys beer and allows them to bring their friends over and the little boy, is drugged to put him out of the misery of the mother and the teens, so they can all party like they want to. Eventually, the boy, hates to see his mother leave, because he knows, that he is going to be drugged, which always causes him to throw up first, then pass out. With more pressure from her son, mom decides to just get rid of the problem all together, and she strangles him in the bathroom, and sets the house on fire. Firefighters are suspicious and find that, the patterns in the house, indicate it is set on purpose, to cover the gruesome details of the murder inside, and mom going to the bar and singing Karyoki that night of the funeral, tips cops off . . . mom, goes to prison for like 25 years! NSA and Mo mafia, turned off spell check . . . sorry!
So, If That is Not Enough to Depress the Hell Out of You, Try These Two!
DEADLY SINS #1
Okay, so in this one, you have a young, attractive couple, not married long, and the wife, has an affair, right off the bat, breaking her new husband's heart, and to make it worse, she is pregnant and doesn't know who the father is; therefore, in an act of repentance and change, the wife, who loves her husband, acknowledging that, the fling meant nothing to her, and him forgiving her, they go together to abort the baby, that might be that of the other guy and a reminder, of the affair. Soon after that, with the couple, back on track, and committed to their marriage, the wife is pregnant again, both are thrilled, and there is not doubt that this is the father's child, and the two can't wait to be parents and they are as happy as they can be. Right about that time, the husband gets his dream job, which takes them to Fort Myers Beach, Florida, a dream home, gated community, both with great jobs, and life could not be better for awhile. Soon, the wife, is tired of working full time, coming home, making dinner, and taking care of baby, but, the two do little to alleviate the pressure, but things are, as marriage can get, now and then, getting boring, and so, the husband, starts to escape to the office, the surrogate man cave, women, never seem to get to escape to, leaving her to deal with this all by herself, and soon, his very sexy, secretary, unhappy with her live in boyfriend and father of her 5 year old, is making her feel the same way, so the two start a steamy romance, that culminates in a confrontation between the wife, seeing her marriage and everything she has, slipping out the door, as the new chick, lavishes her husband with a very expensive gift. She warns the secretary to stay away from her husband, as does the girlfriend's, father of her child, notice, the distancing of his girlfriend to this new man, with secret conversations, that used to be called, appropriately enough, criminal conversations, back in the days of fault divorce, and being charged with adultery. This man, who still loves his girlfriend, becomes suicidal, seeing his world slipping away also. The plan is for both parties, making it through the holidays with their old flames and spouses, then, drop the bomb, that the two have plans to be together, starting a new life with a new year. Boyfriend, gets into his girlfriends computer, one night and reads all the steamy emails and plans, and has access to the company directory, finds new cheater's address, rides his motorcycle over, goes right up to the bedroom, and shoots the husband, as he sleeps, with wife screaming, he shoots her too, later with pangs of guilt, sees the young son, and calls, 911, and hands the phone to the kids, who is traced by cops, and comes to find the poor child, drenched in his mother's blood, just saying, mommy and pointing up to the bedroom! Sad shit . . . fuck!
DEADLY SINS #2
So, in this case, you have a beautiful, older divorce', sexy and fun, who goes to Fort Myers Beach, Florida, and meets a man, named, Russell Myers, ironically, and falls in love, both at first sight. They seem to be the perfect match, and they blend, perfectly, her jumping into his life and business, doing his books for his very successful landscaping business. The honeymoon, lasts for years, with every one in the extended families, overjoyed that this couple has found love, later in life, and can spend the rest of their lives together. Eventually, the wife, gets some type of issue, that makes sex painful for her, and so their sex life starts to go down hill at this point. The husband starts to get bored, and he gets on Internet sex sites, and starts to hook up with female escort services, and this Sugar Daddy, is loving life, not only does he become a regular, for one girl, but she brings in her best friend, and they start a threesome, having all kinds of fun, and he is getting more and more addicted. These young conniving women, make no bones about, going after Sugar Daddy's money, that he, starts to brag about, and they start having problems paying their rent, and electricity, and he is more than glad to be the big guy and pay for all their problems and they return, those favors in kind. Eventually, one of the hot young babes, takes Daddy home to meet her family, brother and uncle, who are fresh out of prison! Daddy is bragging, and flashing cash around, just the bait, these to seasoned sharks, like to see, and they let him talk about, where he lives, and where his cash is, and he even tells them about his safe, and the $10,000 he needs each month or week or so, to cover payroll! Stupid is as, stupid does, and through baby girl's little black book, these criminals, get Sugar Daddy's address and decide to relieve him of his money! When they get to his house, his dog becomes a nuisance, so they kill the dog, and go upstairs to find, this beautiful wife, just reading a book while her husband is out with his whores, and she is the one who pays the price for his dalliances, by simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time, due to the loose lips of her husband, and the two prison mates, make quick work of her, slit her throat, and start to search the place, never finding the stash of cash, but they do find, a lousy $1,000 that they killed the wife for . . . husband comes home, shortly after, and finds, a blood bath, and his very classy wife, dead on the floor! Cops, of course interview him, and rule him out as a subject, with him, knowing damned well, who the culprits are, and the girlfriends kin are arrested without incident and charged in the murder of the wife!
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