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May 27, 2016
International best selling author Joe Bruno’s “Snakeheads,” a screenplay in ebook form, is FREE today on Amazon.com.
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Snakeheads are the worst human beings known to man.
Snakeheads are Chinese gangsters, based both in China and in the United States, who smuggle Chinese immigrants into the United States.
The price is not cheap; $50,000 a head. And the process is brutal.
Because the Chinese people who yearn for a better life are dirt poor, a small percentage of the smuggling money is paid up front to the Snakeheads. However, the collection of the balance is certain; or bad things happen to the illegal Chinese immigrants: beatings, torture, and sometimes even death.
When they arrive in America, the illegal immigrants work in Chinese restaurants, for pennies an hour. They labor in hot kitchens for 12-18 hours a day, and after work, they are chained in a filthy room so they cannot escape.
If one of them does manage to escape, their relatives in China are punished instead.
“Snakeheads” is set in Manhattan’s Chinatown, where the Italian-American mob tries to horn in on the immense profits generated by the Snakeheads’ human smuggling operation. The Italians want their piece of the action, and the Chinese gangsters resist – violently.
Thrust into the middle of this warfare is an Italian-America detective, who falls in love with a Chinese businesswoman. Together, they attempt to eradicate the villains who profit on the backs of the poor illegal Chinese immigrants.
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May 25, 2016
Gov. Rick Scott Re-Appoints True Crime Author Joe Bruno’s Daughter, Sarasota Attorney Nancy Cason, to Judicial Nominating Commission
Real estate attorney Nancy E. Cason, a partner of Syprett, Meshad, Resnick, Lieb, Dumbaugh, Jones, Krotec & Westheimer, P.A., has been re-appointed to the Twelfth Circuit Judicial Nominating Commission by Governor Rick Scott. Ms. Cason, 38, will serve on the nominating commission for a three-year term ending July 1, 2019. This is her second term on the commission; she served previously from 2011 to 2015. The re-appointment was announced by the Governor on April 29.
The Twelfth Judicial Circuit Judicial Nominating Commission is tasked with selecting nominees to fill judicial vacancies created in the Twelfth Judicial Circuit (consisting of Sarasota, Manatee and Desoto counties)which are designated to be filled via appointment by the Governor’s office.
At Syprett Meshad, Ms. Cason’s practice includes commercial and residential real estate transactions and litigation, estate planning and litigation and business transactions and litigation. Ms. Cason holds the AV Preeminent rating, the highest possible rating from the Martindale-Hubbell Peer Review Ratings. She has been named three times to the Super Lawyers “Rising Star,” an honor reserved for lawyers aged 40 or younger. In 2015, she was recognized by Legal Aid of Manasota for her pro bono legal service to those in need in the community.
Ms. Cason joined the firm in 1998 and was made partner in 2006. She has previously served as a Managing Partner of the firm, and is a current member of the Sarasota County Bar Association Board of Directors, holding the position of Treasurer. She was awarded her Juris Doctorate degree, with high honors, in 2002 from the University of Florida Levin College of Law. /end
About Syprett, Meshad, Resnick, Lieb, Dumbaugh, Jones, Krotec & Westheimer, P.A.
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May 22, 2016
International Best Selling author Joe Bruno’s new book “Crime Pays: Scoundrels and Their Crooked Schemes” is FREE today on Amazon Kindle.
It’s now ranked #1 on Amazon Kindle in the FREE category of “Legal History.”
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May 18, 2016
Italian Americans Are Not Welcome at the Palm Aire Country Club in Sarasota
Wednesday night, May 18, was Brooklyn Night at the Palm Aire Country Club in Sarasota, Fl. So I dressed up as a Brooklyn gangster, thinking it was some sort of a costumed affair.
Nobody said a word until I was finished with dinner. Then, someone calling himself “Larry the Bar Manager” came over to my table and demanded that I take off my $6 costumed gangster hat. Larry had a deep Irish brogue, like he just came over from the old country.
Several other people in the dinning room had the same style hats on, but “Larry the Bar Manager”, didn’t say a word to them.
I refused to take my hat off, telling Larry it was Brooklyn Night and I was just in costume (I also had a black shirt and a $5 white polyester tie with a mobster-like black pin-stripped sports jacket. I went all the way).
“Larry the Bar Manger” then hovered over me (he was standing and I was sitting), and said, “If you don’t take it off, I’ll take it off for you.”
I stood up and met “Larry the bar Manager” nose to nose and said, “You touch me, you skinny Irish prick, and you’re going to have a big problem.”
He then said “Fuck you, you fucking guinea bastard!”
Now I did call him a “skinny Irish prick,” and had he called me a “fat Italian prick,” I would have had no problem with that.
But calling me a “guinea” is the same thing as calling a black person a “nigger.”
In spite of all my anger, rather than cause a huge problem, I left the club, but not after I visited the bar and asked for an audience with “Larry the Bar Manager.”
I waited five minutes, and “Larry the Bar Manager” never showed, so I bit my tongue and went into the night.
What is it that makes people think they can slur Italians by calling them names like “guinea,” but would never dare call a black person the N-word?
Needless to say, I will never go back the the Palm Aire Country Club again, but it galls me Italian-Americans like myself have to put up with this garbage.
I guess it would be better if I were Swiss, or Norwegian or even a Martian. Then, maybe the bluebloods that run places like the Palm Aire County Club would afford people like me a little more respect.
May 14, 2016
International Best Selling author Joe Bruno’s “JULIUS AND ETHEL ROSENBERG SPIES OR SCAPEGOATS? YOU MAKE THE CALL!” is ranked No.1 on Amazon.com in the category “Emigration & Immigration.”
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This Rosenberg essay originally appeared in “Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks, and Other Creeps – Volume 5 – Girlfriends and Wives.”
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Author’s note:
I lived in Knickerbocker Village from 1964-1996, the same Lower East Side housing project where the Rosenbergs resided when they were arrested in 1950.
During the time of the Rosenbergs, Knickerbocker Village housed over 1500 families; most of them of Jewish, Italian, or Irish descent. But, by the time I moved to Knickerbocker Village the demographics had changed significantly. Following the Rosenbergs’ arrests, many Jewish families, for whatever reason, moved out of the neighborhood, and they were replaced mostly by Italian/Americans. Now, Knickerbocker Village, due to the recent increase in New York City’s Chinese population and the close proximity of Chinatown, is predominantly Chinese.
Over the years, I’ve heard people, who lived in Knickerbocker Village at the same time as the Rosenbergs, talk about the Rosenbergs and not always in a kind way. People generally spoke favorably about Ethel . But, as far as I can determine, Julius was disliked by practically everyone.
The $64,000 question is – were both Rosenbergs Soviet spies? Were both really traitors to their country? Or, was being the faithful wife of Julius Rosenberg Ethel’s biggest crime?
The truth, as we shall see, is somewhere in the middle.
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International Best Selling Author Joe Bruno’s new ebook “Crime Pays: Scoundrels and Their Schemes” is now available on Amazon Kindle.
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Throughout the history of mankind, there has always been one constant creed among those scoundrels who inhabit the Underworld – crime pays.
Whether it be John Allen – “The Wickedest Man in New York City,” pimping off young girls in his Manhattan Lower East Side brothel/dance hall, or George Leonidas Leslie, “The King of the Bank Robbers,” knocking off a New York City bank, or Fredericka “Marm” Mandelbaum, all 250-pounds of her, fencing stolen good from her Clinton Street grocery store, making money in a life of crime was a fait accompli; that is, unless you get caught, which happens all too often.
Some pay back society with time in prison, other’s pay with their miserable lives, and some scoot away scot-free, never to answer for their wicked offenses against humanity.
Crime Pays: Scoundrels and Their Schemes will bring you on a seedy ride that slithers across the underbelly of American society, where every crook and criminal has their own unique gimmick to fill their greedy pockets with other people’s hard-earned cash.
*****
Virginia Hill was a knock-around broad who bedded down the biggest gangsters of her time. It was said Hill spent more time on her back than Michelangelo did painting the Sistine Chapel. The word on the Las Vegas streets was that she was the exclusive property of mobster Bugsy Siegel, and it was plain to everyone in the know that Bugsy was just crazy about Hill.
But was Virginia Hill really a Trojan horse in Siegel’s camp; put there by the Mafia to make sure Bugsy was giving them an honest count on their Las Vegas ventures?
The answer is not that cut and dried.
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Degenerate gambler and sportsman, Jacob (Bald Jack) Rose (Rosenzweig), due to a rare disease, had nary a hair on his entire body. But what Rose lacked in hair, he more than made up for with a diabolical criminal brilliance that put him “head and shoulders” (no pun intended) above the competition.
In the early 1900s, one of Rose’s competitors was fellow gambler Herman Rosenthal, a mean and snaky runt who had the reputation of being a stool pigeon, or as they say on the streets – a rat – for the New York City Police Department. Rose and Rosenthal both owned competing gambling joints in the seedy uptown area of Manhattan called the “Tenderloin,” or “Satan’s Circus.”
Rosenthal’s partner of sorts was corrupt New York City Police Lieutenant Charles Becker, who was not adverse to taking money with both hands (graft) from the Tenderloin’s gambling joints and houses of prostitution. Rose and Rosenthal both paid Becker handsomely, but then Rosenthal got the idea he was too big a man to continue to line Becker’s pockets with cash.
What happened next was called “The Crime of the Century.”
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May 13, 2016
International Best Selling Author Joe Bruno’s new ebook “Crime Pays: Scoundrels and Their Schemes” is now available on Amazon Kindle.
To GRAB your copy, click the link below.
****
Product Information:
“Crime Pays: Scoundrels and Their Schemes” also includes TWO BONUS BOOKS!
“Virginia Hill – Mafia Molls – Beautiful Broads With Brass Balls: Volume 3”
AND
“MOB RATS – Bald Jack Rose – This Bald-Headed Bastard Would Rat Out His Mother To Save His Own Skin,” making it 3 BOOKS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!!!
*****
Throughout the history of mankind, there has always been one constant creed among those scoundrels who inhabit the Underworld – crime pays.
Whether it be John Allen – “The Wickedest Man in New York City,” pimping off young girls in his Manhattan Lower East Side brothel/dance hall, or George Leonidas Leslie, “The King of the Bank Robbers,” knocking off a New York City bank, or Fredericka “Marm” Mandelbaum, all 250-pounds of her, fencing stolen good from her Clinton Street grocery store, making money in a life of crime was a fait accompli; that is, unless you get caught, which happens all too often.
Some pay back society with time in prison, other’s pay with their miserable lives, and some scoot away scot-free, never to answer for their wicked offenses against humanity.
Crime Pays: Scoundrels and Their Schemes will bring you on a seedy ride that slithers across the underbelly of American society, where every crook and criminal has their own unique gimmick to fill their greedy pockets with other people’s hard-earned cash.
*****
Virginia Hill was a knock-around broad who bedded down the biggest gangsters of her time. It was said Hill spent more time on her back than Michelangelo did painting the Sistine Chapel. The word on the Las Vegas streets was that she was the exclusive property of mobster Bugsy Siegel, and it was plain to everyone in the know that Bugsy was just crazy about Hill.
But was Virginia Hill really a Trojan horse in Siegel’s camp; put there by the Mafia to make sure Bugsy was giving them an honest count on their Las Vegas ventures?
The answer is not that cut and dried.
*****
Degenerate gambler and sportsman, Jacob (Bald Jack) Rose (Rosenzweig), due to a rare disease, had nary a hair on his entire body. But what Rose lacked in hair, he more than made up for with a diabolical criminal brilliance that put him “head and shoulders” (no pun intended) above the competition.
In the early 1900s, one of Rose’s competitors was fellow gambler Herman Rosenthal, a mean and snaky runt who had the reputation of being a stool pigeon, or as they say on the streets – a rat – for the New York City Police Department. Rose and Rosenthal both owned competing gambling joints in the seedy uptown area of Manhattan called the “Tenderloin,” or “Satan’s Circus.”
Rosenthal’s partner of sorts was corrupt New York City Police Lieutenant Charles Becker, who was not adverse to taking money with both hands (graft) from the Tenderloin’s gambling joints and houses of prostitution. Rose and Rosenthal both paid Becker handsomely, but then Rosenthal got the idea he was too big a man to continue to line Becker’s pockets with cash.
What happened next was called “The Crime of the Century.”
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01FL2H1YO
April 20, 2016
This is the first chapter of Joe Bruno’s upcoming book “The Mysterious Murder of Martha Moxley: Did The Political and Financial Power of the Kennedy/Skakel Family Trump the Truth?” Due out in September 2016.
It was Halloween morning, 1975, in the Belle Haven section of the tony town of Greenwich, Connecticut, and 15-year-old girl Shelia McGuire set out on a mission to find her best friend, the blond and beautiful, Martha Moxley, who had mysteriously disappeared the night before.
The previous night was Mischief Night in Greenwich; a night in which the neighborhood youths, bored from experiencing the extravagances of the filthy rich, go on a yearly rampage to cause as much damage as humanly possible. Armed with toilet paper, eggs, shaving cream, baseball bats, gold clubs and M-80 explosives, the youths plot to wreak havoc on the neighborhood’s houses, mailboxes, traffic signs, and even the two two-man booths the guards use as a command station to protect the self-absorbed people of the neighborhood; including the very youths bent on making the guard’s lives miserable on Mischief Night.
Shelia knew that Martha had made tentative plans to join the gang of youthful revelers. But instead of joining the unruly crowd herself, Shelia attended a pre-Halloween party at the friend’s house with a boy named David; a first date that Martha had arranged. Shelia had returned home at about midnight, not satisfied about how the date had gone and intent on telling Martha how miserably she had failed wooing a boy she had a desperate crush on.
Shelia drifted off into a troubled sleep, and at 2 am she was awaken by her mother.
“Shelia, Dorothy Moxley is on the phone,” her mother said. “She said her daughter, Martha’s not home yet, and she’s wondering if she attended the same Halloween party as you did.”
Shelia told her mother, that as far as she knew, Martha had gone to her boyfriend, Jeffrey Grey’s, house to rustle him up some dinner. Shelia didn’t mention that Martha’s after-dinner activities included plans to paint the town with eggs, toilet paper, and shaving cream, and any other goo they could get their hands on.
At 4 am, Dorothy Moxley again phoned the Shelia’s residence, and this time extreme stress was evident in her voice.
“No, we still haven’t seen or heard from Marta,” Mrs. McGuire told Shelia’s mother
After Mrs. McGuire hung up the phone, Shelia told her mother, “It’s Mischief Night. Kids all over town are drinking and who knows what else. Martha will be okay.”
Thinking Martha is probably someplace sleeping off too much booze, or pot, or maybe both, Shelia drops back into an uneasy sleep.
But when Shelia awakens in the late morning, she discovered that Martha had still not returned home, and that the town was in a frenzy, looking for the missing girl. Shelia decided to join the search.
After making the rounds of known teenaged making-out spots, Shelia soon found herself on a deserted patch of grass and trees on the northwest side of the Moxley property, just yards away from Walsh Lane, which divides the Moxley’s home from that of Rushton Skakel, whose sister is Ethel Skakel Kennedy, the wife of the late Robert F. Kennedy, the former Attorney of the United States and brother to John F. Kennedy, the assassinated President.
After crossing Walsh Lane, Shelia became fixated on a large, dreary, silvery-blue pine, which, even though its base is down a steep slope, still towers over the Moxley house, which is about 200 feet yards southeast of the tree. Suddenly, Shelia spotted something down the slope that looked like a blue mattress with a pink sleeping bag sitting on top of it. She had seen something like it just a few weeks earlier in the Skakel yard across Walsh Lane.
As Shelia stepped slowly down the slope, the mattress and sleeping bag started to take a different and unimaginable shape.
Shelia later said, “All of a sudden the picture I was seeing was not what I was telling myself it was, but rather this incredible horrific sight of this child that I knew so well. And there was no escaping what was before me now.”
“Martha was lying on her stomach. With her feet pointed toward the slope and her head pointed toward her house. She was wearing a navy-blue pinwhale corduroy jeans, and they were pushed down around her ankles and all bunched up. She was naked from the waist down. On her torso she had a navy L.L. Bean-style down jacket that had those Michelin Man puffs around them. I think her arms were up around her head. Her face was down.
“She has what I thought were scratches and gouges in her right hip. They were covered in blood and pine needles and debris. I was standing above her, so I had some view of her other side. On that side too, she’d been scratched from her hips down to the thighs. And there was blood in her hair.”
Shelia, tears streaming down both sides of her face, sprinted to the Moxley house and banged frantically on the front door.
“Let me in, let me in!” she screamed.
Finally, the door was answered by Jean Walker, the wife of celebrated Beetle Bailey cartoonist, Mort Walker. Dorothy Moxley was right behind her.
“I found Martha,” Shelia said.
“Where?” Dorothy said.
“Under the pine tree.”
“Is she okay?” Dorothy said.
“No, but she will be,” Shelia said. “I think she was either raped, or attacked by dogs. We better call 911.”
“I think we better go look,” Walker said. She turned to Dorothy Moxley. “It would be better if you stood here.”
Walker took Shelia’s hand and they hurried toward the slope where the tree was located. When they reached the slope, Walker continued downward, while Shelia stood transfixed at the top of the slope.
“At first, I thought it was some kind of prank,” Walker said.
As she inched forwards toward the tree, Walker spotted Martha’s body, partially hidden by the low, overhanging boughs of the tree that crouched down only inches from the ground. Fearing the worse, she bent down and touched the exposed small of Martha’s back.
It was colder than the frost on a champagne glass.
Walker trudged up the slope, grabbed Shelia’s hand again, and headed back to the Moxley house.
Dorothy Moxley met them at the front door.
“Is Martha okay?” she asked.
“No, I’m afraid not,” Walker said. “I think she’s dead.”
April 6, 2016
The Skakel Family and the Mysterious Murder of Martha Moxley: Did the Kennedy Family’s Money and Power Trump the Truth?
Real Wiseguys – The Kennedy Family – One take on Two Assassinations
After the union of the two titan Kennedy and Skakel families became a fait accompli, for the next generation, the Kennedy family experienced a roller coaster ride of monumental successes and unimaginable tragedies.
John F. Kennedy continued as the United States House of Representatives for the 11th Congressional district in Massachusetts until 1953. In November 1952, with the backing of his father’s money, added to a substantial amount of arm-twisting and deceit, JFK defeated incumbent Republican Henry Cabot Lodge II for the U.S. Senate seat. After losing to Adlai Stevenson as the Democratic vice presidential candidate under the 1956 Presidential candidacy of Adlai Stevenson, in 1960, JFK, again with his father pulling the strings, and with more than a little help from the Mafia, became the thirty-fifth President of the United States.
At his father’s urging, JFK named Bobby as the Attorney General of the United States. In addition, Papa Joe, exhibiting monumental quantities of arrogance and stupidity, ordered Booby to go after the same Mafia pals who had been so helpful in the Presidential election.
It was a blunder that would cost both Kennedy’s their lives.
The two Kennedy assassinations have been covered thousands of times in hundreds of different publications, so we will not go into them in great detail. The basic facts are these:
After Bobby Kennedy, as the new Attorney General, went after the same Mafia hoodlums who fixed the Presidential election in 1960 for his brother, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable occurred.
Rather than go after Bobby, the aggrieved Mafioso decided to kill the “head of the dog,” (JFK) and the body (Bobby’s tenure as Attorney General) would die. No matter how many times you hear that it was the “one bullet” nonsense, fired from the gun of the “lone gunman,” Lee Harvey Oswald, that killed JFK, be assured that it was a complete fairy tale. Also, be assured that everyone, from FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover to Bobby Kennedy, himself, knew it was a red herring to distract the American public from grasping the truth: The Mafia had been strong enough and wily enough to assassinate the President of the United States. J. Edgar Hoover either was powerless to stop it, or knew about it in advance and had looked the other way. Either way, what does that say about Hoover’s F.B.I.?
As for Bobby Kennedy, he knew from day one that the Mafia had killed his brother. On the night of the assassination, Bobby told a friend,” I thought it would be me they killed, not Jack.”
But Bobby Kennedy also knew, and Hoover frequently reminded him, that Hoover had a damning secret dossier on the Kennedy family that would blow the head off any illusions that the Kennedys were as righteous as they claimed to be. Bobby was, as was his brother, and as was his father (which was common knowledge at the time), a serial adulterer, who had bedded beauty after beauty, including movie star, Marilyn Monroe, who, in 1963, had turned up tragically dead from apparent suicide (the Kennedy brothers had passed Marilyn around back and forth between them like a football at the renowned Kennedy family touch-football rituals) One word from Bobby to anyone that differed from Hoover’s version of the events of his brother’s murder (and later the Warren Commission’s version of the events), and Hoover was ready to release his Kennedy report for world-wide consumption.
Bobby Kennedy signed his own death warrant, when, after being elected Senator from New York in 1964, he foolishly decided to follow his brother’s footsteps and run for President of the United States. Bobby had to know that the same people who had killed his brother would try to do the same to him if he ever tried such a bold move. The same cast of Mafia characters, who killed his brother, were still alive and more powerful than before. And they used the same “pin it on the dope” formula as they did with Lee Harvey Oswald, using another dupe named Sirhan Sirhan.
On June 5, 1968, after celebrating a major win in the California Democratic Primary, Bobby, at the last moment, was misled by someone to exit through the kitchen because it was a “short cut to the press room.” Waiting in the kitchen, working as a busboy, was degenerate gambler, Sirhan Sirhan, who owned the Mafia for more money for betting on losing horses than he could earn in a lifetime as a bussing tables.
Sirhan fired three times at Bobby with a .22 caliber Iver-Johnson Cadet revolver. All three shots hit Bobby in the front torso. But what was conveniently suppressed from the public, by Hoover, of course, was that the two fatal shots were fired from a .38 caliber revolver into Bobby head from behind.
After Hoover’s death in 1972, and after still photos from the crime scene were examined, it seemed that an phony “security guard,” hired at the last minute, allegedly from a security firm which had no records of such a hiring, could not be located, nor was there any proof, except from the photos, that he ever existed.
Based on these facts, you can draw your own conclusions.
As for the family patriarch, Joseph P. Kennedy, he suffered a stroke on December 19, 1961, which paralyzed his right side and limited his speech, for the rest of his life, to occasional grunts and gurgles. It is doubtful that his cuckquean wife, Rose, ever wiped the dribble from his chin.
Papa Joe lasted until November 18, 1969, when he expired at age 80. Whether he was cognizant of the fact, or not, Joe Kennedy Sr. outlived both his sons, John and Bobby, who died, respectively, at ages 47 and 42.
March 3, 2016
Another 5-star review for International Best Selling author Joe Bruno’s “Jimmy Hoffa – The Mafia’s Greatest Hits – Volume 3.”
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*****
5.0 out of 5 stars
Knockout!
By Peter
on March 3, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition
Being English I wasn’t really interested in the goings-on of the American Labour Unions or indeed the existence of Jimmy Hoffa. But I do know and love Joe Bruno’s works. But I do know of the existence of organised crime and the Mafia. I have read many of Joe’s books and cannot recall a single one that I failed to enjoy.
It is quite obvious to me that this work is very well researched and put together and certainly kept me totally enthralled.
Simply a great read!
