If this book was written in the twenty-first century, post 9/11, it would go down on the pay no mind list of mob biographies. But it wasn’t it was written in 1992 which is why it is on a truth-seeker forum instead of a gangster forum on YouTube. What should be common knowledge now was then unthinkable. It’s an entertaining read or listen in this case, about how an immigrant street kid from a Chicago ghetto rises from the gutter to the pinnacle of power in world politics but it’s not until 6:54:35, almost seven hours in, that it starts providing insights into how the world really works at governmental levels. If you have not read this book or at least have an Understanding of what its saying, there is no place for you at the table when the grownups discuss politics. Go sit with the children and Rachel Madow or Sean Hannity will entertain you like the rented clowns they are. – Jack https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35t4l7FBWk8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-T0zi4iGir8 Cover Picture: Pinterest
I took a long last drag from my cigarette and doused it in the receptacle by the front of the doors. It would be at least ten hours till the next one. I had two hours till takeoff, but I figured I better check in now considering what happened on my last flight out of Frankfurt in 2019. Orage had dropped me off at the airport at about one in the morning. The flight was at nine, so I made my way upstairs through the deserted airport and drank overpriced beer in front of an all-night McDonalds at a table in a German café across from it. At first it was just the barmaid, an attractive young fräulein who spoke little English, and I. But we were soon joined by a very strange man who hovered at the periphery of the cafe playing peekaboo behind the copious artificial plants demarcating its perimeter. Even though the temperature was in the mid-fifties outside, inside he was wearing a heavy winter snorkel coat with the hood pulled over his face. He had a shopping bag presumably to transport the days treasures he had found while foraging the airport. When I tried to take […]
