Thursday, October 30, 2014

Vincent

As you all know we are devastated by the loss of our nephew Vincent. When I left he was a happy-go-lucky, bright-eyed little boy with sports and dogs on his mind. He became a handsome, confident and courageous young man with a witty sense of humor that made himself and others laugh at the saddest of times. I know that you all know how special he is by the tremendous support that you have shown to him, and for him, on his sickest days and even now. But he is so, so much more than any of us knew and the hole in our hearts will never heal until we join him again.

I believe in God our Heavenly Father and I am always humbled by his love and his mercy. But I must say for those of us that love God whatever reason he has, whatever special mission that he chose for Vincent; it is not a good enough reason to take Vincent from his loving parents, his brother, his grandparents and the rest of our family and community.

We have all heard the sympathetic people say, "God needed another angel" or, "He has suffered long enough." Well, he was not suffering before he got cancer and God could have made his own angel. He did not have to take ours.

So even if God sent an envoy from Heaven to explain the reason why he took our Vincent he would fall short. There could be no reason that would justify taking Vincent at 15; or other children at one, two, five, ten, or all of the ages that we still consider children.

I am heartbroken, confused and mad at our loss of Vincent. Why couldn't we get our miracle? Then I remember God our Heavenly Father sent his only son our savior Jesus Christ to be crucified on the cross so that in dying we are born in Eternal Life.



So Vincent, while your spirit plays soccer and hockey in paradise and you quad through the cosmos, we all count the days until we will join you again. You are our hero. You are a warrior. We will miss you and love you forever.

All My Love,
Uncle Tommy

Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Threat on My Life and Solitary Confinement

On September 17, 2009 I was sitting at the table in front of my cell savoring the unusual silence as I was doing some legal work in preparation for my upcoming RICO trial. My work, thoughts, and the silence were broken by the harsh voice of an officer confirming my name and then ordering me out into the hallway where we were joined by other officers. I was searched then handcuffed. I was led away through a tunnel into the old building (MDC Brooklyn has two buildings: one old and one ancient. Years ago multiple judges said that the older building should be condemned). Once there, I was strip searched, put in an orange jumpsuit, and placed in an observation cell in the segregated housing unit (SHU) of the dilapidated building. The entire 45 minute process was punctuated by my protest, questions of why I was being placed in the SHU, and where and when I could get my medicine, legal work, and possessions. My protest and questions were met with silence from my BOP escorts. They, like myself, had no idea why I was being segregated.

When I again asked for my medicine, legal work, cane, and property I was told that they would be brought to me in the SHU as soon as possible. That never happened. I was brought my medicine that very day, and in a few days some of my belongings were given to me but the bulk of my things (my cane, radio, watch, the majority of my groceries, and of the greatest significance most of my strategically important legal work) was never returned to me.

My new cell was charming. It had light-colored, two-toned walls accented by the maroon of dried blood and highlighted with smears of dried shit, but the nastiest color of all was the black clouds of mold that seemed to obliterate the entire ceiling. The cell had a steel observation bed centered in the middle so the observers had a clear view of their victims through a rectangular piece of safety glass cut into the door. A stainless steel commode and sink were mounted to the wall. The outside hallway was dark and dingy with concrete floors covered with grooves of old glue like when a tile floor is removed and never replaced. But the absolute worst feature of my new environment was the ice-cold temperature. Now I'm a life-long New Yorker and as everyone knows it can get pretty damn cold in the winter. So while I don't love the cold like some people do I am used to it and can go for long winter walks and sleigh riding with no problem at all. But this cold was serious. It was bone-chilling cold. It could make your mind foggy and suck the strength and will right from your body. It was so cold that both of my knees were black and blue from knocking together and all of the COs were wearing their winter coats.

So here I am in the MDC's penthouse with no pencil, paper, book, phone, or person to distract me from my miserable existence. I had one thin blanket that I crawled under but it just wasn't enough. The time dragged minutes, hours, days and became one constant battle of fighting the cold and the clock. I repeatedly asked for a different cell. A cell with no mold, hopefully a bit warmer, and a place to sit so I could eat my meals instead of standing or laying on the bed. The observation bed had high metal sides for the restraining straps (if they were needed to subdue an inmate that had to be force-fed, who was extremely violent, or was to be taught a vicious lesson). So, if you sat on the bed the metal would dig into the underside of your thighs adding to the paralyzing numbness that the cold already produced. It seemed no one had the authority to move me; not the COs in charge, or the lieutenant assigned to the SHU.

One night the acting captain came through when I asked to be moved. He checked with the CO as to if there were any empty cells available. The CO said yes. I was sure that I would be moved. The captain said that he just had to make a call. When he came back he stated that he couldn't moved me. Did he not have the power to move me? He was an acting captain, who could stop him? That's when it became crystal clear to me. The BOP was not behind placing me in this deplorable cell in SHU. This was the FBI and the prosecutors trying to break me. You know, make me admit to crimes that I did not commit and say things about other alleged mobsters that were not true.

For those of you that don't know, our government has become experts at torture. They use freezing cold, isolation, sleep deprivation (my lights were often turned on at 2am and turned off throughout the entire day so that I was in a constant daze), amongst many other forms of torture to get what they want. It is another Nazi trick that the FBI has learned all too well. Even some of the COs now understood what was going on and were disgusted by these tactics. One even gave me some extra blankets and another exclaimed in disgust that the government is so very dirty. You see COs are the working Joes of federal law enforcement. They are professional and compassionate unlike the elitist FBI and DEA whose arrogance and abuse of power has caused many tragedies like Waco and Ruby Ridge.

During this time my body can only be described as frail and sickly but God gave me the true power of mankind: a formidable mind. So now with our Heavenly Father's help I would defeat them and break them, not let them break me. In God's protection the freezing cell became just another battle front, and the cold a distraction in my war with corrupt government forces. Again, I asked for my legal work and property. I also demanded a pen and a phone call. Again, I was denied. The COs were sympathetic to me, but when their superiors receive a call from the prosecutors to give someone a tough time they had better pay heed or they were be severely punished.

My lawyer Adam (The Lion) Perlmutter somehow heard of my plight and came to visit me in the SHU. Adam told me that the prosecutors told him a story of why I was placed in these horrible conditions in SHU. According the AUSA Elizabeth (Lizzy the Liar) Geddes, MDC Brooklyn received a telephone call from an outside source threatening my life. A fictional cover story, no doubt made up by FBI Agent in-charge Scott (The Seducer) Curtis. It was all too clear just how sadistic they are. Imagine! I was put in the SHU in this filthy, dirty, contaminated cell, freezing to death for my own safety! You must admit they are hilarious. They are America's Justice Department. The most devious allies: prosecutors and the FBI. Now I have had the unpleasantness of knowing some vile, foul, horrible people in my life and I must tell you that in the ranks of the justice department you will find the very worst. They have not a shred of decency or honor.

Now the reason that the government was trying to get a confession from me was simple. They assumed that I could give them a lot of intelligence about alleged members of organized crime (not true). The other and more important reason was that they had absolutely NO EVIDENCE that I ever committed a crime. There were no wiretaps, no body recordings, no eyewitnesses: NO EVIDENCE. That is not to say that they did not have many folders of documents and pictures all created, not found, by the FBI and most by the lead agent in my case Scott (The Seducer) Curtis. They had hundreds of thousands of hours of recordings and I am not on one. They had numerous surveillance videos and pictures of me: Tommy Gioeli at his daughter's sweet sixteen (that one was a six hour video), Tommy Gioeli pushing his father's wheel chair, Tommy Gioeli petting a dog, Tommy Gioeli watching a soccer game, carrying lumber, and even watching his nephews at peewee football practice.

They had my entire life in pictures and on video but again they had No Evidence of a crime. So they needed me to admit guilt! They knew that the few rats they were going to use against me at my trial couldn't get their scripted stories straight. Even with the constant coaching by the FBI and the prosecutors they just couldn't get their lies to match. So to hell with my innocence that was just a minor formality. They needed my guilty plea. The FBI had invested over twenty years, countless man hours, and millions upon millions of dollars to prove NO CRIME AT ALL. They were so deep they needed a conviction to justify these huge expenditures and senseless waste of time. They probably would have even let me walk out the door a free man. You know, just like Sammy (The Bullshit) Gravano, Joe (The Sausage) Massina, and so many other lunatics and mass murderers who have become part of Team America. Some team, what a disgrace! I wanted no part of their lies and treachery.

So my next step was to have a hearing in court about more than a few issues. There was my physical health that was deteriorating rapidly, the reason why I was in SHU, and the constitutional violation of my missing legal work. Judge (Buster Brown) Cogan was much too busy. He is far too important to be bothered by such trivial matters so he allocated these hearings to a magistrate judge, an amateur comic from New York's Eastern District that makes his rulings for the benefit of the press, Judge Ramon E. (Desi Arnaz) Reyes Jr. On the day of the first hearing my spirits were buoyed by the sharp ultimatum that he gave to the prosecutors: if they could not get me healthy he had no choice but to grant me bail so that I could seek doctors that could improve my health. Adam asked for the status of the investigation into the alleged threat on my life. Lizzy the Liar stuttered and stammered some nonsense about not knowing and that she would know more at the next hearing. Bullshit! The jig was up. Everyone in the courtroom knew that the threat originated with the government. The hearing was a partial success; it got me a few quick results. They moved my cell to a warmer, cleaner one upon my return from court. They also returned my cane. But that was the first and last time Judge Reyes gave me something to be positive about.

At the next hearing the prosecutors brought out the big guns. They even had a lawyer from the BOP to refute my claims of missing legal work and property. They stated that it was impossible for my things to be missing because it was BOP policy to pack the contents of an inmates cell in their presence before they are placed in the SHU. That is a blatant lie! BOP policy is to SHU the inmate first and then pack their belongings at a later time (sometimes even days later). Next, they said they have no record of me, Tommy Gioeli, ever having purchased a radio while at MDC. The last ludicrous statement that they made in open court was that they did not know who made the threat on my life, or who was handling the investigation and that we may never find out. When I expressed concern about my family's safety as someone threatening my life would surely have an easier time getting to my family as I am in prison and they are at home, AUSA Lizzy the Liar laughed. Apparently the safety of civilians is comical.

We asked the judge for some direction. We stated that we thought the threats originated with the government. The judge said that if he took the prosecutors into his chambers and they admitted that it was them who called the MDC and made the threat on my life, or were involved in any way, there was nothing he could do about it anyway. I was amazed at this blatant lie. He just told the prosecutors and FBI agents, who are always present at my court dates, that they could do anything that they wanted in regards to my case and to my person and there was nothing that he could or would do about it. This was crazy. Could they plant evidence? Could they throw me down a flight of stairs? Could they go to my house and threaten and scare my family? Could they continue to torture and maybe even kill me? All of these possibilities and this judge is telling me, them, and the world that there is nothing he could do about it.

Then the judge went on to make a few wisecracks about my diet and my need for a toe-nail clipper. So he received many kudos from the prosecutors, the FBI, and the pro-government press. I hope that this imbecile moved on to a career as a stand-up because no one could ever receive justice at his hands. Still not a complete loss. Upon this return from court I was moved to the SHU in the newer building with a shower in my cell and real heat. I cannot give you a timeline because it has been five years and like I said before the days were just blurred together. I can tell you I was placed in the SHU on September 17, 2009 and I was released on October 23, 2009. Although the SHU inmates are allowed to make one phone call per week I was not allowed a call until October 14, 2009.

At my next hearing date it was us who brought out the big guns. I dug out the old receipts for my radio, watch, and most of the other items that went missing. When we presented the receipts at the hearing, Lizzy (The Liar) Geddes, after stating some unbelievable lie that she meant something different than I never bought a radio, finally conceded and said that she would replace the missing radio. She said nothing of the legal work and other valuables that went missing. The judge never pressed the prosecutors for anything further and at later dates when we broached the subject of my missing legal work with Buster Brown Cogan we were completely ignored.

It has been five years since my legal work has gone missing. I have fought at trial, I have been sentenced, and I have gone to prison in North Carolina; I never received my radio, watch, groceries, or any of my legal work. Legal work that if I had at trial I would have probably been completely exonerated. I have tried many times through the Freedom of Information Act and all of the different agencies: BOP, FBI, and the Justice Dept. to find out exactly who made the alleged threat on my life and/or if the alleged threat was real. All of my requests have come back with the phony reason of why they cannot divulge that information. Just another example of how a tyrannical government makes a Police State.

Stronger today than Yesterday.

SAVALOOO,
TSG

Friday, July 25, 2014

Illegal "Evidence"

In this post I will highlight the rulings made in my Kangaroo Court by the Chief Kangaroo Judge Brian (Buster Brown) Cogan. I would run short of ink, paper, and time before I listed all of the offenses made against justice so I will only expose those that easily come to mind.

The first time I saw the Kangaroo hop into my courtroom was when my house was robbed by a female government informant, Kris Jenner's role model: Andrea (Hedda Nussbaum) Calabro. You see Hedda Calabro played on my family's compassion, kindness, and trust to trick us into allowing her access to our family's personal pictures and records. The Death Penalty Review Committee was having a hearing as to whether or not her husband was to be death penalty eligible. She said that pictures of her husband Dino (Hemorrhoids) Calabro with herself, and her children would be very helpful in inducing a strong sense of sympathy and persuading the D.P.R.C not to execute her husband.

The only problem was that Hedda Calabro had little to no photographs of her husband with her and her children (3 to be exact). My family had many more; so naturally my family produced all of our photos for Hedda to view and take any that were of her, her children, her husband, or her family. Hedda, being a trusted friend in need, was allowed to sort through our pictures undisturbed. What a mistake that was. This mistress of an FBI agent, daughter of a child-molesting pimp, and wife of a homicidal maniac got her chance to save her husband's life and gain his freedom--but not by some wimpy, untested emotion like sympathy because they had a plan: her paramour FBI Agent Scott (The Seducer) Curtis, her husband Dino (Hemorrhoids) Calabro, and their pawn Andrea (Hedda Nussbaum) Calabro. She is always ready to please her men, or else.

The plan was so simple and much more reliable than sympathy. They would give me (Tommy Gioeli) to the prosecutors in exchange for letting Calabro live out the rest of his life as a free man. Scott Curtis and Dino Calabro ordered Andrea to bring them the head of Tommy Gioeli and boy did she try. Upon hearing those orders she took pictures from my house--some of her family, but she mostly took ones of me and my childhood friends, most that no Calabro was even in, and few that would help her husband and only damage me by their window-dressing and headline-making value. Then she added to this collection of stolen pictures by stealing my family's old phone books and calendars.

Eventually she handed them over to her lover, FBI Agent Scott Curtis, who presented this stolen property to an unwitting magistrate judge as grounds to secure a search warrant. There is never a documented chain of evidence produced to ensure that the property was not tampered with. So it is easy to see why when we were finally given copies of the pictures my family and myself discovered that some of the pictures were not even ours and must have come from another source. So this flawed evidence that was contaminated multiple times was enough for the magistrate judge to issue a search warrant more than two years after my arrest.

Next, a crew of machine-gun carrying FBI agents aggressively roused my wife and two daughters from their beds. They proceeded to harass, threaten, and hold them captive (still in their night clothes) in our home for multiple hours while they ransacked it for pictures of sleepovers, birthday parties, family vacations, and even pictures of the Roman Catholic sacraments like baptism and marriage which the government seems fanatically interested in.

So all this brings us back to court for a hearing on the legality of the stolen evidence in front of that bias Italian-slaying bastion of prejudice Judge Brian (Buster Brown) Cogan. The first blow came when we learned that Judge Cogan would not allow us to call Andrea (Hedda) Calabro as a witness. The lead agent in charge, the same FBI agent that made me the government's main target, the same FBI agent that testified for all of the witnesses at the grand jury to secure an indictment, the same FBI agent that was Hedda Calabro's lover, the same FBI agent that was now Hemorrhoid Calabro's new best friend: FBI Agent Scott (The Seducer) Curtis would now give Andrea's and all of the government's testimony at the evidentiary hearing.

This ruling by Judge Cogan to exclude Hedda from testifying is unjust in many ways but I'll just discuss three for now. FBI Agent Curtis was not at the scene of the crime (the robbery) so all he could do was to relate what he thought or could remember that Hedda Calabro told him at his office, a meeting place, over the phone, or between the sheets. Next, as an FBI agent he is trained as well as experienced at giving testimony. He is also skilled at being deceptive during his testimony. He is far from the layman that Hedda would have been. Finally, by not testifying Hedda completely avoids the threat of perjury while testifying about her theft of evidence from my home.

So at the hearing the "Special" Agent Curtis blurts out some bogus story that it was not a burglary of my property; no, she just took pictures, phone books, and calendars that would help the prosecutors and the FBI by mistake. It was just an accident that she illegally took the perfect items that would guarantee the production of a search warrant for my home. Boy, talk about dumb luck. I can't believe that the prosecutors, FBI, and Hedda Calabro are that lucky. Well I don't. I believe that Andrea went into my home with a shopping list from Agent Curtis telling her exactly what to steal. This was a well planned robbery with a cover story and all. This was a crime! It was committed by the FBI, my prosecutors, their informant, and others known and unknown against me and my family. No excuses, ifs, ands, or buts about it.

So after a day of deceitful testimony by FBI Agent Scott (The Seducer) Curtis, Judge Cogan makes his outrageous ruling that all of the evidence was obtained legally and can be used at trial. Wow! What could we say or do? At that point I knew my life was in the hands of a corrupt judge. He justified this by saying that the FBI is allowed to lie (they needed the pictures for the DPRC) in order to obtain its goal, but he never did or could justify the theft of my family property by the government and its agents. It takes a great man to wear the black robe of honor and Judge you fall far short of this goal.

In all of the so called "evidence" stolen from my home or seized illegally through a flawed warrant there was no proof of any criminal activity what so ever. It was used to grace the covers of newspapers and bias potential jurors with my childhood associations. This home invasion upon my wife and children was orchestrated by a desperate prosecutor Elizabeth (Lizzy the Liar) Geddes and an even more desperate crew of FBI agents led by the mentally unstable Scott (The Seducer) Curtis. It was really meant to terrorize my family and to intimidate me into admitting guilt for crimes that I did not do. They all knew that there was no evidence of crimes at my home, ever!... Let alone two years after my arrest. What my government did (in particular the FBI and the prosecutors) is not far off from what the Nazis started to do before WWII began. I am afraid. We should all be.

I apologize for the length of these posts and the slow progress that I am making in telling my story but when I recall the events I realize that it can't be helped. Next post I will cover my time in the Solitary Housing Unit and how I got there. Again, I will try to get the minutes of Dino Saracino's sentencing to review and comment on. Finally, I will get to the trial and the outrageous rulings and comments made by Buster Brown. You ain't heard nothing yet.

Stronger today than yesterday.

SAVALOOO!
TSG

Monday, July 14, 2014

Buster Brown Continued

Now that I have discussed the penalties imposed on my liberty in my last post, in this third post I will begin by discussing the bizarre statements and inappropriate punishments that Judge Brian (Buster Brown) Cogan enacted at my sentencing.

First, the $360,000 judgment for forfeiture and restitution are again penalties for crimes that I was either found innocent of, or was never charged with in the first place. Let me quote AUSA James (Tommy Pickles) Gatta as he is speaking for the government at my sentencing, "We are not going to press the point with regard to forfeiture and restitution." With this statement, the government concedes that I should not be liable. They acknowledge my innocence and non participation in the crimes. It is the judge that presses for the illegal financial penalty. So at the judge's insistence they penalize me: $210,000 for a Chemical Bank robbery that I had no knowledge of, received no money from, and was never even charged with. Next, Buster Brown penalizes me $150,000 for a fur store robbery that I was charged with, put on trial for, and completely exonerated of. That's right... after a thirty year investigation the government presented all of its evidence and witnesses to the jury who again answered with a resounding, "NOT GUILTY." Again this corrupt political appointee discards the jury's verdict like a smelly baby diaper and slaps me with these huge monetary punishments.

Buster Brown thinks that he can reject these verdicts because the alleged Colombo family enterprise benefited from the crimes. Well first of all that was not proven to or accepted by the jury, and second the only enterprise that benefited from these crimes is the Calabro family criminal enterprise and its members. Dino (Hemorrhoids) Calabro and his cohorts admitted guilt for these crimes so again I say only the Calabro enterprise and its members should be held financially accountable.

The final things that I would like to highlight in today's post are two statements out of many that the judge made for the record in hope of altering the facts for the benefit of history, his position, and the government's position.

First, let me diagnose Judge (Buster Brown) Cogan as the real dual-personality schizophrenic. He makes ruling after ruling that stymies me from proving my innocence and the government's misconduct (FBI & Prosecutors). In the first example, I'm precluded from mentioning Frank (Blue Eyes) Sparaco or Greg (The Grim Reaper) Scarpa at my trial. Next, I can't even follow the line of questioning if one of the witnesses should mention them. I'm not told that Blue Eyes is in an FBI safe house being debriefed by my prosecutors while he is reaching me to help me at trial. When I try to contact him I'm told that we must let the prosecutor Lizzy (The Liar) Geddes contact some sham lawyer that they say represents him. So while in court Lizzy the Liar calls the lawyer on speaker phone (so we are to believe the sham is real) all the way in Chile and he then states that Blue Eyes does not want to help. No affidavit, no verification; just the integrity of the court, prosecutors, the FBI and some mystery voice on the phone from a whole continent away. This charade is supposed to quiet my doubts that Blue Eyes Sparaco changed his mind about helping me even after all the letters that he sent saying that he would tell the truth and help. When the mystery voice came on the phone I thought we were filming an episode of Charlie's Angels. The whole thing was too weird for a federal court of law but Buster Brown Cogan was happy to certify this lawyer as real, the proceedings as official, and accept that Blue Eyes reneged on his vow to testify and exonerate me of the Minerva murder and murder conspiracy.

At the same time I can't let the jury know any of this, or that Sparaco was at the scene of the Minerva murder, or that Greg Scarpa, Sparaco and FBI Agent Liddy (The Clown) Del Vecchio were out killing people during the FBI/Colombo War and blaming it on innocent victims. All of this so that Judge Cogan could protect the government from being prejudiced by the truth of these facts. So what these rulings did was effectively chop off my legs and then the judge has the balls to fault me for not running the race. Then the judge states in open court, "I see no evidence of government misconduct." Shame on you; you lying, deceitful, manipulating weasel of a man. Either you are a sick, sick, sick man or one evil son of a bitch.

Next Judge (Buster Brown) Cogan cites (as proof that I sanctioned the Greaves murder) a recorded conversation when McLaughlin gets Calabro to acknowledge his presence. Well Dino (Hemorrhoids) Calabro and Tommy (Hiccups) McLaughlin were never caught on tape together. So while this legal lunatic Buster Brown Cogan touts this recorded conversation as a trophy of evidence, as the decisive nail in my coffin of guilt, it is wrong!… It is not Dino (Hemorrhoids) Calabro but his lying little brother Anthony Calabro who is caught on tape saying he was at the Greaves murder. Anthony is so whacked out on drugs he will say anything to make himself look tough. He has even admitted to killing Sonny Coreleone at the toll booths in the Godfather Part 1. Even the prosecutors refuse to believe a word that he utters in person or when he is secertly recorded. He is Brooklyn's biggest bullshitter. This "evidence" is the shining star that the judge displays as his proof of preponderance. I don't even know if it was entered as evidence at trial. Is the judge allowed to use other alleged evidence that was not entered at trial to prove preponderances??? Rats' allocutions, other investigations, 3500 material, proffer sessions... I just don't know what is legal or not. Most Americans don't know and the judges and prosecutors like it like that.

My Judge Brian (Buster Brown) Cogan refuses to ensure the integrity of the law and the dignity of the office that he was appointed to life for. We the people must ensure this old boys network of political appointees answers to, "We The People" when we are in doubt of their actions. Oversight by other political appointees is just not enough.

Stronger today than yesterday.

SAVALOOO,
TSG

The next post will cover the illegal ruling at trial and I will try to review the minutes of Dino Saracino's outrageous sentence.

Monday, June 23, 2014

Buster Brown Makes His Own Verdict. Disregards Jury.

In today's second installment of my posts about my judge I will move on to my sentence and the reasoning behind why the judge went to the high end of the sentencing guidelines. He gave me 224 months in prison, six months of monitored home confinement, and 36 months of supervised release for a total of: 22 years and two months of the government controlling my life. He also gave me a $360,000.00 forfeiture and restitution fee.

Now there has always been a lot of talk about the maximum 20 years that my sentence can be by law, but there has been little or no talk about what the minimum sentence can be. Well, it is ZERO. That's right, the judge could have given me as little as no jail time or up to a day, a week, a year, or anywhere in between (up until the max of 20 years). Now let me relay to you why Judge Brian (Buster Brown) Cogan says that he went to the high end of my sentence, why he went so close to the borders of my life if not beyond.

Well, first this Bozo with a crystal ball finds that I am guilty of two murders. I know that I have said this before but I must say it again... The jury of my peers that are the real judges of my case said, "NOT GUILTY" six different times when it came to the six different murders that I was charged with. Not four "not guilty" and two "guilty." SIX "NOT GUILTY!"

If it was not my constitutional right to have a trial by a jury someone should have told me and the over 500 men and women who took off from their normal routines to come all the way to Brooklyn Federal Court to be questioned about being picked to serve on my jury. They should have been told that this is a futile exercise and that if their verdict does not match the judge's opinion it will not count and will be entirely disregarded.

What about the 18 gallant citizens who were chosen to serve on my jury and gave up extensive chunks of their lives to do their civic duty in the face of all kinds of hardships and frightening rumors? So according to Judge (Buster Brown) Cogan, after all they gave up, all of their honorable, hard work, and the unanimous decisions, the jurors don't count because the brilliant judge does not like the results that they've reached. I cannot believe that the founding fathers or my neighbors next-door want a political appointee to have the power to simply ignore the verdict reached by a duly sworn jury of our peers. I think that the judge and any person who believes that completely disregarding a jury's verdict is legal will be stripped of all power as soon as the people realize and understand what they are up to.

Next, the judge says that I taught Dino (Hemorrhoids) Calabro and the others about crime; that I mentored them. What a joke! Way before I knew any of them (Hemorrhoids, Richie, Anthony Basile and the rest of them) they were selling crack, robbing, and assaulting victims. According to Anthony Basile, FBI Agent Scott (The Seducer) Curtis, and our first four indictments: Hemorrhoids Calabro, Richie, and Anthony Basile already killed Officer Pagan (an armored truck guard that they stuck up) before I even knew them. They kept all of these crimes a secret from me. Next the judge talks about deterrence and the need to discourage kids from a life of crime. That's a good point but I think if Hollywood, the music industry, books, and the newspapers stop glorifying the gangster it would have a much greater affect than watching me or anyone else die in jail.

Now let's move on to the next reason that Judge Buster Brown gives for his wanting (although he denies it) to see me expire in jail. He diagnoses me as a schizophrenic. He supports this diagnosis with his extensive degrees in the medical field (bullshit) and an underlying foundation of prosecutors' rumors and acquitted conduct (charges that the jury found me innocent of). He also says that by exposing my family to Hemorrhoids Calabro and the others I was putting my family in danger and this gets back to him seeing my split personality. Well like I have said, I had no knowledge of Calabro's murdering ways. He had their crack selling, their drug use, their violence, and murders kept from me. When Hemorrhoids gave his wife a black eye he staged a car accident to explain the bruised eye to me. He went to great lengths to keep his crimes hidden from me.

Dino (Hemorrhoids) Calabro did his killing for himself; for his own personal rage, power, wealth, and ego… not for some headline making enterprise. In his mind he is the ultimate alpha male. He is much like your patron Baby Bush who starts wars for his own personal wealth, power, and ego. As a matter of fact, Hemorrhoids Calabro is more like Baby Bush than he was ever like me. You know, their way at all costs: do anything, tell any lie--as long as they come out on top.

Again, I say I never knew the true character of these rats until it was too late, but Judge you know now. Let us see what neighborhood you hide them in and how long their prison sentence is. Their sentencing should be soon. You are the judge that heard them confess the contents of their black hearts. You are the one that heard them lie and add the government's innocent targets to their own self serving deeds. And now you will be the one pronounce sentence on them. Now the world will see if you have earned the right to be called the Honorable Judge Brian Cogan. Or, will you prove to us all that you (as I say that you are) are an anti-Italian extra-prosecutor who is part of a government conspiracy to seize the rights and eventually the country from we the people in the 'guise of, "for our own good?"

Next week I will continue with Judge (Buster Brown) Cogan. I will cover my trial and I will cover Dino Saracino's 50 year sentence as soon as I get the minutes I will relay what I see to you.

Stronger today than yesterday.
SAVALOOO!
Tommy `

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Jerry-built

This post is in response to Jerry Capeci's June 12th Gangland News article:

Tommy Shots Can't Complain About The Metropolitan Detention Center Anymore

One prison compound, two Colombo family bosses.

Thomas (Tommy Shots) Gioeli, the onetime acting Colombo family boss who never missed a chance to gripe about conditions during the six years he spent at the Metropolitan Detention Center in Brooklyn, has been shipped to the same North Carolina prison complex as his crime family's official leader, the imprisoned-for-life Carmine (Junior) Persico.

For Tommy Shots, that's both good and bad. On the one hand he used to be less than an hour's drive from his family's digs in Farmingdale, L.I. He's now about 500 miles and an eight-hour-drive away, at the low security facility in Butner, North Carolina. On the plus side, Gioeli is now on the same compound as one of the Bureau of Prisons' fully equipped medical facilities. So he won't have to travel too far if eats too many candy bars and his diabetes acts up, or if he needs a special toenail clipper for a nasty one on his big toe — as has happened in the past.

Another advantage is that Tommy Shots is on the same prison complex as the 80-year-old Persico, who has been at Butner for several years as a precautionary measure following what sources say were nothing more than "normal medical issues" for inmates who manage to live into their 70s and beyond.

But it's unlikely that the onetime acting boss will ever get a chance to pay his respects to Persico, unless — either by hook, crook, or just plain happenstance — they both happen to end up in the prison hospital at the same time, for whatever reason.

That might not be a good thing for Tommy Shots. While Persico, a dyed in the wool mobster is not above murder, mayhem or anything else that might set him free, it's unlikely that he would see eye-to-eye with some of the downright embarrassing rants and raves that permeated the six-years Gioeli spent at the MDC, before, during and after his racketeering and murder trial that has him slated to be behind bars until 2024.

If they do get a chance to chat, they might want to discuss the trials, tribulations, interesting paths and current whereabouts of two longtime Colombo gangsters-turned-turncoats whose names came up frequently before and during Gioeli's trial — onetime Colombo capo Reynolds (Ren) Maragni and associate Frank (Frankie Blue Eyes) Sparaco.

As it turns out, both are currently in Florida.

Maragni, 61, is serving 45 days, the balance of a four month sentence for racketeering that he received earlier this year as a reward, despite the less than stellar cooperation he provided prosecutors at three trials, including Gioeli's. He is at a federal prison in Miami, slated to be released on June 25.

After serving nearly 20 years behind bars for several murders, Sparaco, 58, was released from a federal prison in Texas and placed into a halfway house in the Sunshine State, where he now resides. He was officially released from custody on May 12, the same day that Maragni began his short stay behind bars.





This post is just a short distraction from my follow up on Judge (Buster Brown Cogan) in answer to Jerry Capeci's interpretation of what is "embarrassing." Before I continue I will state that I am proud of my crusade for equality and I don't know how to do anything but fight when it comes to my rights and medical needs.

Now, back to Jerry-built Jerry Capeci... you see this alleged literary genius of the FBI and team America clique thinks that my raised voice for justice in the courtroom is embarrassing. For some reason this lush with an apparently Italian surname feels that Italian Americans and a few other government-chosen minorities do not deserve the equal rights that the rest of Americans receive and demand. Jerry-built thinks that asking for a toe-nail clipper is embarrassing. Well, I wonder how many diabetics who have lost toes, feet, and legs to an infected ingrown toe-nail find it embarrassing? Hey Jerry, are their missing limbs embarrassing? How about Rosa Parks? I bet you thought it was embarrassing for her to want to sit in the front of the bus. The Daily (Rag) News should be embarrassed for publishing such twaddle as my request for a toe-nail clipper and you should be embarrassed that you are so against civil rights.

Now Jerry (Jerry-built) Capeci I will tell you what is embarrassing… First, let's start with your name: "Jerry." When something is "Jerry-built" it is flimsily made; inferior. You know, much like your writing: sub-standard, garbage, junk. So why would your parents choose to name you Jerry? Fair question! Was it the act of your conception? Was it inferior? Was your father misinformed as to the procedure? Did he not understand the equipment involved? Or, was the product of their union (YOU) substandard? Are you lacking in some physical, emotional, or mental way? Well, I think you are embarrassing in all of the above. So I think the name Jerry as far as you're concerned explains itself. You are a piece of shit. Now let's examine embarrassing a little further.

Let's talk about the last time you were carried from a famous downtown watering-hole because you were so drunk you shit your pants…Well Jerry-built, news flash, that was embarrassing!!

You know what else is embarrassing? It's that in your forty or maybe even fifty years of writing about so called organized crime, in this half century of earning a handsome living off of other peoples' heartaches and misery, you never found not one innocent person whose cause you could champion? Now that is embarrassing! You know Jerry-built, not one corrupt prosecutor who framed an innocent man or two? Not one berserk FBI Agent that was out there with his rats killing people and blaming innocents for the murders? You know like Whitey Bulger and his FBI case agent Connolly, or Rossetti and his FBI handlers? All of this up there in Boston... Nothing like that goes on here in New York. Right Jerry?

Oh wait I almost forgot, how embarrassing, you did save someone from a murder charge. You and your guest writer (wink, wink) Tom (The Dirty Bird) Robbins swooped in at the eleventh hour to save that clown from a Stephen King novel, that murderous FBI Agent who slaughtered victims all over New York City, Greg (The Grim Reaper) Scarpa's partner in murder and mayhem: Liddy (The Clown) Del Vecchio. After all those years you finally found a cause you chose to bring the curtain down on... that sham of a murder trial (NYS vs. Liddy Del Vecchio). You produced notes from a book interview with Linda Schiro that did not exactly match her trial testimony. Were the notes for the book a sworn affidavit? Was it sworn testimony, or was it just jiba-jaba to make a book interesting? You know Jerry just more worthless bullshit that all of your books are jammed packed with? The witnesses told countless lies at my trial and nothing got dismissed. At any rate it seems like pretty weak evidence to get a murder case thrown out.

I smell a rat. Jerry were you working with the FBI again to get the results that they wanted? Remember, the judge said that Greg (the Grim Reaper) Scarpa Sr. was so devious that he was running the agent. Well now that we know that Frankie (Blue Eyes) Sparaco was being handled by FBI Agent Liddy Del Vecchio and he too was out killing while he was an FBI informant; what is their excuse now? These three maniacs are Satan's hit team and they are working for the FBI; and you and the justice department play a major role in protecting them. Now that is the grandest embarrassment.

So I shout: Shame on the FBI, the Justice Dept, all the prosecutors and judges that are a willing part of this... and to you. You inferior, disgraceful, shameful piece of shit; I piss on your head.

Stronger today than yesterday.

SAVALOOO!
TSG

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Buster Brown

To all of my followers that have been interested in my blog, now that I am going to resume posting I am going to do so in a type of installment style. Because of the limited privacy that I get in this new institution I can write in only brief spurts and not necessarily when each post is complete.

In today's post I will finally tackle a subject that I should have addressed months, if not years ago. I held off through a combination of naivety, concern for my codefendants, and fear of reprisal for my bold, but accurate description of my Judge Brian (Buster Brown) Cogan and his pro-prosecutor, anti-Italian bias that was so evident in his sentencing and rulings as well as the entire flavor of his courtroom.

This baby Bush appointed, cloaked prosecutor started his campaign to bolster the government's frame job by actually requesting my case after a truly honorable Judge (Nina Gershon) removed herself from the proceedings against me for some unknown reason. Now I don't know if his request for my case is legal or not but I have always heard that serious criminal cases are supposed to go on some rotating wheel to ensure that things are fair. Not in my case.

My judge, this WOP-hating Judas of truth, couldn't wait to lead in his chorus of lies that his fellow prosecutors and rats were about to croon for the benefit of the jury. In fact, he was positively drooling over the chance to declare, "Guilty! Death by injection!" from the bench and have his name branded in the history books for all time. Our innocence, fate, and our courageous jury allied themselves to strip Buster Brown of his macabre cravings.

We all knew that there was absolutely no evidence to support a death penalty. We all knew that this was just a government tool to terrorize Dino (Hemorrhoids) Calabro and Joe (Cave) Competiello into perjuring themselves by giving false testimony about me and my codefendant.

Here is a copy of a letter that I sent to the "Death Penalty Review Committee" in August of 2010:

To Whom It May Concern,

After two years of you manipulating a supposed unimpeachable process (Death Penalty Review) for the sole benefit of your "Criminal Informants" with utter disregard for the other defendants. Now you invite me to join in this charade. If I would have seen the total control that the United States Attorney's Office has over the death penalty review I would not have participated from the very beginning. I was lead to believe that this was a fair and impartial process not a one-sided lynching. For this and other reasons I refuse to participate in this bastardization of the death penalty review.

This letter was sent to the Death Penalty Review Committee, Judge Cogan, US Attorney Eric Holder, and to my attorney and a few others. Even though Judge (Buster Brown) Cogan did not entirely get his wish of death behind bars for me and Dino Saracino, even though we were found "Not Guilty" of all six murders and most of the other window dressing crimes that are a part of a RICO case, he is still very much in the running for us to shipped home in cardboard coffins.

I will explain the facts of our sentencing, the rulings that were made, and all of the total bias that myself, my codefendant, and most Italian Americans experience in the federal courts of the "freest" country in the world. Stay tuned for next week's posting.

Stronger Today Than Yesterday,

TSG

SAVALOOO