Well, you can't say that anymore!

It's like "what you reap is what you sow"

Let's be fair here, people.

We don't know GottiMafia, so absent any evidence to the contrary, I'm certainly willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe what he says.

I asked him what type of criminal activities he engaged in, and he very courageously and bravely told us.

In doing so he was obviously placing himself at risk, so you have to give him credit for being so frank and open and honest about it.

I'd be interested in hearing more, GottiMafia, if ou'd care to share.

What did you do with credit cards? Steal them and use them yourself, or just sell them? How about cell phones? People seem to be assuming that you stole them, but I don't see where you said that. I'm sure there are many other ways to make money illegally using them.

I'm really interested in car insurance scams, also.

Did you stage phony accidents and put in claims for damage to cars or injuries?

Gottimafia is so full of shit. He is probably some 15 yr old kid who has watched one too many episodes of the sopranos.

hey plawrence basically me and a group of friends daily hang out looking for ways to make money we have not much else to do, so whatever comes our way we look for a way to make a profit.

just like the mob in reality, most of what you said is self expainatory that is what i do

actually ben i am 21 and am a big man you would not say that to my face and that is for sure believe me

you are just a saw middle class person

So how far is Birmingham from Nottingham?

So how far is Birmingham from Nottingham? [/b][/quote]How big do you think England is? :p

I dunno...In square miles?

I'd guess about the size of Nevada or Utah or so.

Nah, that's too big.

Maybe about the size of Michigan or Minnesota?

it would take roughly 1hr 15mins to drive from birmingham to nottingham.

gottimafia is innevitably going to be what we call a "chav". http://www.chavscum.com ...for a definition.

ben im not a chav, im not WHITE!!!!!!!!!!

is being white a pre-requisite of being a chav??

I did not realise that.

Personally, I think that you are full of shit! Because if you were really involved in such illegal acts, and you were really a person involved with a criminal element, you would NEVER admit, on a public board, that you have committed these kinds of criminal acts. Unless of course, your name is Quack Quack!

Plaw, I think that this one is just trying to get a rise out of us by spewing a bunch of bullshit all over this thread.


Sorry, I don't buy it at all.


Don Cardi [/b][/quote]I completly agree with these guy, GottiMafia, I think that is just a bag full of crap... And if you are really in those activities and you speak of it on the internet I, with all due respect, say that you are a dishonor and a shame to you partners, a bloody mouthed with self estime problems... And as I know children visit this page I wont say not even the half of the words crossing my mind

And because there is something called the law. You know, we're trying to have a civilized society, so that everyone can live in a nice way.
You're even worse than a common mob thug. You even like to be a bloodsucking thief.


Why no drugs? You're fucking people anyway if you really do the following things.

Either you are an idiot or a pathetic liar. [/b][/quote]I think he is both an IDIOT and a PATHETIC LIAR,

enzo never heard the saying 'what goes around comes around'? [/b][/quote]I think these liar piccolo di mer... watched too much "My Name Is Earl". dIDNT you?

hey plawrence basically me and a group of friends daily hang out looking for ways to make money we have not much else to do, so whatever comes our way we look for a way to make a profit.

just like the mob in reality, most of what you said is self expainatory that is what i do [/b][/quote]I take back what I said about he being a shame for his partners... They are all some filthy butt punks whose mothers couldnt raise well enough to keep them of trouble! You are all a shame, even Gotti or any of them could go around with their head high... But you are just some drop-college fanooks looking for some fun, rotten aples

I've seen some gangster stuff there in Brazil. Like a few guys dress up as workers of the company of Electricity of the Government, then go to a random house and say they will check the measure of the energy used so far. But actually, they just steal everything from the house, and put it in their car. Profit = a lot of money.

Now let's get into Asia... some crazy news.

Thai gunman kills two noisy World Cup fans

BANGKOK, Thailand (AP) - Thai police are searching for a gunman who shot and killed two soccer fans at a beach resort after complaining they were cheering too loud during a broadcast of Italy's World Cup opener against Ghana, officials said Wednesday.

The two men, both Thais, were watching Italy's 2-0 win over Ghana at a restaurant Monday at the Thai beach resort town of Pattaya, and erupted in roars when Italy scored its first goal, said Panipha Wattakul, a girlfriend of one of the victims.

A man seated at a nearby table asked them to quiet down, prompting a heated argument during which the man pulled out a handgun and shot the soccer fans at point blank range, said Police Col. Somnuek Chanket, the Pattaya police chief. The victims were identified as Chamlong Rongsaeng, 30, and Somnuek Sonkun, 41.

Police know the identity of the gunman, who fled after the shooting, Somnuek said.

Thailand has never competed in the World Cup. But despite the Southeast Asian nation's poor showing on the international soccer stage, millions of fans are glued to their televisions during the World Cup and millions of baht (dollars) are spent on illegal betting, polls show.

Pattaya, about 110 kilometers (70 miles) southeast of Bangkok, is known for its beaches, its thriving sex industry and high crime rate

Source: Malaysian Star - 14 June 2006

The victims were identified as Chamlong Rongsaeng, 30, and Somnuek Sonkun, 41.

I don't think this fact related to organized crime...seems to be more an action from a insane. I believe this cause in Italy soccer can generate effects like this between the fans (insane fans, I think), very violent action and even murder (belive it or not, it happened).
Or maybe it's related at gambling....

Vito, thank you very much for sharing this story with us.

Here's a suggestion though; in the future when you want to post stories like this one, that really have nothing to do with organized crime, you may be better served to post it over in the GENERAL DISCUSSION thread or in a case like this story, which relates to a sport, over in the SPORTS thread. You will probably get more responses to these kinds of stories over in those other threads.

But again, thanks for sharing this with us.


Don Cardi

hey plawrence basically me and a group of friends daily hang out looking for ways to make money we have not much else to do, so whatever comes our way we look for a way to make a profit.

just like the mob in reality, most of what you said is self expainatory that is what i do [/b][/quote]I take back what I said about he being a shame for his partners... They are all some filthy butt punks whose mothers couldnt raise well enough to keep them of trouble! You are all a shame, even Gotti or any of them could go around with their head high... But you are just some drop-college fanooks looking for some fun, rotten aples [/b][/quote]For us to live any other way was nuts. Uh, to us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day, and worried about their bills, were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again

I know a guy I talk to now and then, though it has been a while (maybe 6 months) ? he said he knew the daughter of James ?Cock-eye? Dunn ? knew her very well, practiced Public School things and such ? but with nothing strange or odd a typical New York, Queens relationship between friends at a PS school.. ? Not sure if he is still alive, he was old when I met him, and conversation spilled out ? though if you got into a mode that sounded like a prosecutor ? he?d get all huffy and that would be it.

It?s been rarer I've made contact in recent years, the few times other than a burst, I worked in his home turf rarely

This old guy was with Dunn?s daughter when both were teenagers ? he said her name was "Jane" ? the night her father was executed in Sing Sing? for a dock side murder ? real ?On the Water-Front? sort of filler.

With some old looking - I know the Dunn existed, I looked up things in the New York Times ? but there were only three articles I could find.

Seems from the NYT his defense was war related ? didn?t really go a long way to explain why he was, war aside, a NY dock-gang tough -

The guy I know/knew said ?Jane? said everybody her father worked for was working for others including the Government - and she felt her father was being killed (in this case by the US government) to make up for known criminals of Italian descent. I guess that would be the value of being an ?associate? ? but I?m not sure that was a term being tossed around in 1942-50

The thing that only makes me curious is the guy knows a lot for somebody I used to bump into once or twice a year and has no real interest in crime, or drama or whatever ? he just grew up in Queens. Is crime that an open secret?

I know very little personally about New York (against what I read of course) or the way the various Italian groups, I DO believe there are/were 5 eliminated all other non-Italian ORGANIZED opposition ? but this seems like a first step post- Dutch Schultz.

Anybody have anything to add about the Italian take-over of New York 1941-50?

I find it very curious, I?m not sure how that happened

Dunn was a major player in the Irish waterfront activities of the time on the New York docks. He was actually used as a source of information by the Mob in their attempts to curry favor with the government when they cooperated to get Lucky Luciano out of prison.

He had dealings with Meyer Lansky.

so it was a Dunn (as employee) of the Siegel/Lansky combine working to help - I guess the Littleman in this case?

Irish-Jewish-Italian? With the Fed's left holding the bag, and this Irish guy taking the drop to get Lucky off the hook to benefit Meyer?

What a tangled web they must have weaved!

I'm not even sure if I should say this, but a long time ago when someone, a relative passed away. He was paid a visit to by a man in all white. I wasn't at the funeral because I was too young, but my one of my aunt's would later tell us that this was a boss who came to pay his respects.

I think John Gotti was hot. paris hilton.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

There used to ba a restaurant in midtown near Rockefeller Center named Vesuvio's. My stepfather would go there every afternoon at lunch and every evening before going home from work. He's now a recovering alcoholic but in those days he was a regular. He worked for a large insurance brokerage and just liked Vesuvio's because it was close to his work and the bartender poured honest drinks.

He got to know some of the regulars there and it came to him, rather slowly, that this was a wiseguy hangout. My stepfather was a typical 3-piece suit kinda guy, graduated Yale, lived in a gated community, and generally wouldn't have known a wiseguy if he ran into Marlon Brando in costume. My stepfather's an amiable guy, very polite, and generally a happy fun-time drunk so the guys at Vesuvio's came to like him and, more importantly, knew he wasn't a cop because he drank so much. The guys at the bar would always say, "Hal, if you need any favors, just give me a call," but fortunately for my stepfather, he was smart enough to always politely decline. Eventually they filled him-in on the setup. There was a half curtain drawn over the lower half of the front windows so you couldn't see in and the second door had a curtain over it too. Being a shotgun-type building the booths where the wiseguys hung out were all along the back where there were no windows. From that part you could see the whole restaurant safely. What's more interesting is that the music shop across the street. Right in the upper corner of their window was a blue bubblegum machine light. Most of the time it was just there, but... the music shop guy was paid to watch the front of Vesuvio's and if he thought that the restaurant was being watched, he would turn on the light to warn the guys in the restaurant. The blue light was high enough that you could see it over the half curtain in Vesuvio's window. Pretty clever. The light went off a few times while my stepfather was there and when it did, wow! Did the place clean out fast! And always through the back door, never the front.

So fast forward to 1982 and my sixteenth birthday. My stepfather decided to host my birthday dinner at Vesuvio's and then take me and my mother and my girlfriend to a Broadway show. I'd eaten there a few times and food was real home-style southern Italian which I love and didn't have too often as my mother wasn't big on southern Italian food, but since it was my birthday I was indulged. We arrive and walk in and the place is packed but we had a great table near the window all ready for us. My stepfather made his, 'hellos' and waved to some of the people, generally happy we'll be seated on-time so we can make the show. So we sit down and no sooner does the warm garlic bread show-up but the blue light goes off across the street. The bartender made a beeline for the back booths and at once the guys in the back make for the back door. My mother is sweetly clueless, "Oh, they must have an early curtain!"

"Curtains" is right. From the back door and then the front and from the kitchen come pouring all these guys with FBI jackets and rifles to shut down the place. They immediately halted all food and bar service and told everyone to get out except the employees. My mother's jaw was wide open and my girlfriend was freaking out but my stepfather was in a panic. He raced over to one of the FBI guys paniced over something, I couldn't tell what. The FBI guy talks to another one who talks to another one then goes into the kitchen and comes out a minute later with a big box. My stepfather grabbed the box and then motioned us out of the restaurant with everyone else. Turns out the box was my birthday cake and it is, I am sad to say, the last food Vesuvio's ever made. The restaurant was closed and the owner was indicted for something along the lines of knowingly allowing illegal conduct on the premisis. Whatever happened I don't know but Vesuvio's went away and was replaced by another. We went down the street to Frere Jacques, complete with cake in hand, feeling a little dazed from our brush with Riker's Island, but my mom loves French food so she was made happy by a great steamed mussels dish and we did make it to the theater on time.

I still have the candleholders from that cake as a memorial to Vesuvio's and my brush with wiseguy-dom.

God they made great meatballs in marinara....

That has sort of a Goodfellas feel to it when Henry (Ray Liotta), with the camera as his point-of-view, walks through the restaurant and introduces the audience to all of the characters in his life.

Excellent story! Very entertaining.

And welcome to the boards!

tony b.