Daily Archives: May 19, 2016

Don’t you just love his “You Shouldn’t Have A Piece of Candy” showing how much he cares about women?

I’m certain he said that to Juanita

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Trump is referring to Broaddrick’s 1999 accusation that Clinton raped her in Little Rock, Ark. during his 1978 campaign for governor of the state. Clinton’s attorney called the allegations “absolutely false” in a statement in 1999, according to The Washington Post. In 1998, Broaddrick, a nursing home administrator, called the charges “untrue” in a sworn affidavit, which she later disavowed. No charges were ever brought in the case.

Because she could never make up her mind as to what supposedly happened. Maybe a Drumpf Donation can recharge her “Memory.”

No charges have ever been brought against Drumpf pertaining to what would charitably be called his “questionable associates”

Tom Robbins of “Vice” outlines part of the story.

On the campaign trail, Trump has been coy about his past dealings with unsavory characters. But he couldn’t resist a Trump-style boast: “I’ve known some tough cookies over the years,” he told Chris Matthews in February. “I’ve known the people that make the politicians you and I deal with every day look like little babies.”

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Ah those were “The Good Old Days” for Roy, bought-and-paid-for politician Edward Kosner and Drumpf.

And that’s not to mention THIS telling picture:

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Note Roy’s paw pulling on Ed’a coat sleeve

Actually, there’s an old FBI memo that puts a different spin on Trump’s attitude about the mob. It is a classic example of a young but already shrewd Trump hard at work. It was written in 1981 by a veteran FBI agent, reflecting meetings that he and a fellow FBI official were having with the 35-year-old developer from Queens, then a rising star in New York’s business firmament. The topic of the meetings was Trump’s pending plunge into the Atlantic City casino industry. And while the memo was written in the stilted language of FBI-bureaucratese, Trump’s wide-eyed comments were recorded with what seems like barely suppressed amusement. “Trump advised agents that he had read in the press and media and had heard from various acquaintances that Organized Crime elements were known to operate in Atlantic City,” the memo states.

Here’s a link to that memo. Interesting reading.

This was a little like saying he had heard that there had once been a man named Al Capone who failed to pay all of his taxes. But Trump, presumably shaping an argument he might need somewhere down the road, pressed on: “Trump advised that he wanted to build a casino in Atlantic City, but he did not wish to tarnish his family’s name inadvertently.”

There were a few reasons why the FBI agents may have found this claim slightly disingenuous. For starters, at the time Trump’s mentor on issues of politics and business was Roy Cohn, a lawyer whose other clients included a passel of mobsters, among them the bosses of the Genovese and Gambino crime families. Cohn, who served as Senator Joseph McCarthy’s chief witch hunter before going into private practice, operated out of a townhouse on East 68th Street where clients Anthony “Fat Tony” Salerno and Paul “Big Paul” Castellano were regular visitors. Besides getting advice on their legal problems, as a former secretary later recalled to Wayne Barrett in his 1992 book, Trump: The Deals and the Downfall, the visits by the mob titans to their lawyer’s office allowed them to talk shop without having to worry about FBI bugs. Cohn told a reporter that Trump called him “fifteen to twenty times a day, asking what’s the status of this, what’s the status of that,” according to Barrett’s book.

Another reason the FBI might not have taken Trump’s professed ignorance at face value was that Trump had already brushed up against his share of wise guys in New York’s gritty construction business, without apparent concern. To help build his first big Manhattan project, the Grand Hyatt New York on East 42nd Street, Trump had chosen a notorious demolition company secretly owned in part, according to the FBI, by a top Philadelphia mobster who doubled as crime lord of Atlantic City. To pour concrete for the new hotel, Trump picked a firm run by a man named Biff Halloran, who was convicted a few years later for his role in what prosecutors dubbed a mob-run cartel that jacked up construction prices throughout the city. For the carpentry contract, Trump settled on a Genovese family–controlled enterprise that was central to another mob price-fixing racket, as found by a subsequent federal probe.

And we all know how partial the Mafia is to concrete when usual methods won’t suffice

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And then there was the person who had introduced Trump to the FBI agents in the first place. This was a six-foot-five bear of a man named Daniel Sullivan, a former Teamsters leader who was serving as what Trump called his “labor consultant” at the time. Sullivan wore other hats as well: He was partners with a reputed Atlantic City mobster named Kenneth Shapiro, who controlled the local scrap market and who was in the process of selling Trump a large plot of land at top dollar on which to build his casino.

Sullivan, who had once been close to Jimmy Hoffa, was also secretly operating as an FBI informant, filling in the FBI on the various mobsters who crossed his path. I know this because Sullivan, who died of a heart attack in 1993, told me all about it, proudly providing copies of the FBI memos as proof. And Sullivan wasn’t just bragging. The FBI agents confirmed to me both the authenticity of the documents and the meetings Sullivan had arranged for them with the budding casino kingpin.

In Trump’s defense, as a developer of major projects in New York, it was hard back then to avoid the mob.

Or its lawyer, Roy

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who in the wake of his AIDS diagnosis Drumpf dropped faster than a bad habit

I met the burly ex-Teamster in the late 1980s when I was working on a story for the New York Daily News about Trump’s use of yet another dubious contractor to demolish the old Bonwit Teller building to make way for the edifice that would serve as emblem of his empire. That was Trump Tower, the brassy condominium high rise on Fifth Avenue where he resides and from whose lobby he announced his presidential bid in June.

On paper, the demolition contractor was a union company, as were all of Trump’s vendors at the time. But Local 95 of the demolition workers was essentially a subsidiary of the Genovese crime family, and few union rules were enforced. Most of the workers were undocumented immigrants from Poland, and they were paid so little and so sporadically that many were forced to sleep on the job site. A rank and file union dissident later sued Trump for failing to pay pension and medical benefits required under the union contract. Trump denied knowing about conditions at the work site. Sullivan, who by now had his own gripes with Trump, said otherwise. He testified in the civil suit that he had repeatedly warned the developer about the problems. Trump, in a rush to clear the site, had dismissed his concerns, he said.

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Vito Genovese famously ran New York’s gay bars (paying off the NYPD in order to do so) prior to the revolt at one of them called “The Stonewall Inn”

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Despite Trump’s insistence that he never settles lawsuits, he wound up settling that one for an undisclosed sum. Whatever the amount, it seemed to make the union dissident and his attorneys quite satisfied.

In Trump’s defense, as a developer of major projects in New York, it was hard back then to avoid the mob. From the 1970s through the 90s, the Five Families had a chokehold on both major construction firms and most of the unions that represented workers on job sites. And no one has ever labeled Trump a mob associate, the FBI’s term of art for those under the sway of organized crime.


Yet.

Clearly this needs “more looking into.” For the smoke from Drumpf is redolent of a Five-Alarm Fire.

But for someone who expressed such concern about possible entrapment by the Cosa Nostra in his Atlantic City casino ventures, Trump has willingly teamed up with a succession of mob-tied figures who had nothing to do with the construction industry.

Take the time Trump decided to lend his name to a line of luxury stretch limousines. The entrepreneur who came up with this wonderfully Trumpian idea was a wealthy and successful auto dealer from Long Island named John Staluppi. According to the FBI and its informants, Staluppi was also a made member of the Colombo crime family. As William Bastone detailed recently in the Smoking Gun, Trump proudly unveiled the lavish cars, complete with Italian leather upholstery, liquor dispensers, TVs, and paper shredders, at a trade show in Atlantic City in 1988. Staluppi, whose record included convictions for theft of auto parts, wisely kept out of camera range at the trade show. He had been under steady investigation by federal and state law enforcement for over a decade, and detectives had followed him to meetings with Colombo family boss Carmine the “Snake” Persico. Trump insisted he knew nothing about those problems and ordered 20 of the limos for his casinos.

Like Roy’s I’ll wager

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Needless to say this only scratches the surface. Surely Drumpf didn’t just ‘deal with” the Mafia — he IS The Mafia. What we need is someone like Raymond the Butler in Citizen Kane who “knows here the bodies are buried”

Raymond

Meanwhile we’ll always have “Rape!”