Monday, November 10, 2014

Joe Caves The Hero

Joe (Joe Caves) Competiello saves the world! (Referring to John Marzulli's October 27th article in the Daily News) at least according to AUSA Elizabeth (Lizzy the Liar) Geddes. While Lizzy the Liar touts Joe Competiello as a hero who saved the day by coming forward to clear up unsolved crimes; the truth of the matter is he was dragged from his home at 5am, arrested, put in prison and hit with the death penalty. That's what made him sell his soul to the government. In his first few interviews with the FBI he denied being at the Dols homicide and only admitted to being a part of the killing after he was assured a pass for the murder and if he couldn't lie to fit me into the crime scene he would have been on death row by now.

At my trial, Lizzy the Liar moaned to her colleagues that she was terrified of questioning Competiello. She was actually afraid that he would kill her. Yet now she plants a story via John Marzulli in the Daily News to get him free. She wants to place this maniac on the street with some unsuspecting citizens as his neighbors. If you want to know what the Government thinks of Joe (Joe Caves) Competiello read Lizzy the Liar's objection to his bail and other pre-rat paperwork. That will tell you what the Government really thinks of this psychopathic killer.

Joe Caves took a shot at life and freedom by adding the Government's only target (me) as an accomplice in his and Dino (Hemorrhoids) Calabro's string of sickening murders. He faced a hot shot that the Government took off the table as soon as he joined Team America. They would get him his freedom too. They just needed time. He had seen it happen before with worse guys than him. He saw Sammy (the Bullshit) Gravano go free in five years after committing 19 vicious murders. And Sally (the Shitter) Vitale slither his way to freedom in six years after pleading guilty to 11 homicides. The list goes on and on. Murderers go free, diaper snipers free, pimps and drug king-pins go free so we are now going to add cop-killers to the list? So Joe Caves learned his path to freedom well as do countless other heartless animals who know that if they do the Government's bidding they will never answer for their crimes. Let's not forget that up until now there have never been deals for cop killers.

The Government talks of how Joe Caves started a chain of events that brought down the alleged Colombo crime family. When in reality, Mafia Takedown Day was a headline grabbing publicity stunt to justify the enormous amounts of tax dollars being spent by the organized crime divisions of the FBI and the US Attorney's Office. They are constantly chasing shadows and old time legends that haven't been relevant for a long time. It is all a big sham. Out of some 100 people who were arrested that day only four or five received a sentence of two years or more: a mere pittance for so-called organized crime defendants.

That's because there really was no crime. Guys were taking the convictions and the minor jail sentences just to save lawyer fees and not bother with chance of a crap shoot at trial. Mafia Takedown Day indeed and the government loved it: massive headlines and they actually tricked the public into thinking they were doing something important. So they all complimented one another, patted each other on the back and put in for a bigger budget next year so that they could continue with the nice, safe job of chasing old Italians.

Back to the Star… As a trial witness Joe Caves was a total failure. His lies couldn't get passed the juries in two separate trials. First mine and Dino Saracino's trial. Then Joel Cacace's trail. Joe Caves had been a cooperator for years before FBI Agent Scott (The Seducer) Curtis and AUSA (Lizzy the Liar Geddes) taught him what lies to tell to implicate Dino Saracino, Joel Cacace and myself. Our lawyers led by Adam (The Lion) Perlmutter proved that there was no mention of us through a timeline of Joe Caves' early confessions displaying when we were first mentioned and when all of the rats' stories finally matched. Hence the acquittal on the Officer Dols homicide for Dino Saracino and I at our trial, and for Joel Cacace at his separate, later trial. John (the Dolt) Marzulli says that it is sad that we were all acquitted of the murder but is is never sad when the truth rises to the top of all the Government's lies and bullshit. It is never sad when innocent men are exonerated.

AUSA Elizabeth (Lizzy the Liar) Geddes also learned that lying and hiding evidence, orchestrating her rats to sing on key, putting innocent men in jail and doing the Government's bidding (no matter how grimy) brings many unjust rewards. You see AUSA (Lizzy the Liar) Geddes is now the head of the Organized Crime Unit of the US Attorney's Office. She blew the biggest case of her life, the biggest case that the New York's Eastern District ever had and still received a spectacular promotion as a reward. What a joke on the tax payers!

This very scenario played out before and Lizzy the Liar was an astute student of this history. In the early nineties AUSA Valerie (The Villain) Caproni was rewarded when she hid evidence that sent innocent men to jail for life. In a case that mirrored mine, with many of the same crimes as mine, the Government chose to protect its reputation over the lives of innocent men and the public at large by hiding the fact that Greg (The Grim Reaper) Scarpa and Frank (Blue Eyes) Sparaco were both top echelon government informants of the FBI. And that while they were working for the FBI, they were both out murdering people and blaming it on other men that were totally innocent. Some of whom are serving life sentences still, until this very day.

That is when AUSA Valerie (The Villain) Caproni came in; if the truth came out that government informants were doing most, if not all, of the killings during the alleged Colombo War (The FBI-Scarpa War) all of the cases that the government were making against innocent men would end in acquittal or outright dismissals. So Valerie (the Villain) Caproni hid the fact that Greg Scarpa Sr was an informant and if the other cooperators said as much she would refuse to debrief them to keep the government's dirty little secret.

Years later it was also revealed that Frank (Blue Eyes) Sparaco was also killing and blaming others while working as an FBI informant. Valerie the Villain was handsomely rewarded with first being made the Chief Council of the FBI and was recently made a Federal District Court Judge. Again, the black robe of honor has become the black robe of shame. Again, the citizens of the United States of America are disgraced by a political appointment.

Americans must stop the tyranny in the Justice Department. We must abolish the trading of testimony for freedom; the incentive to lie for the government that controls said freedom is simply too great. We must relegate (Lizzy the Liar) Geddes to chasing ambulances which is the proper line for her job skills and character. We must also rip Valerie (the Villain) Caproni from the bench, throw her into prison and let her innocent victims go home. Finally, we must send John (the Dolt) Marzulli who cannot supply one original thought or word to a story to China where he can go worship the government and write fortune cookies for the rest of his days.


My Scapular Part I

I do not now and never will use the names of any BOP employees in any of my posts. Although I am well into my seventh year in prison I have never received any disciplinary action for any reason. That is until today. I sit here in the Special Housing Unit (SHU) at Butner Federal Correctional Institution facing the penalty for two prohibited acts (307 & 312): refusing to obey a direct order and insolence. Fairly serious charges; but now let me explain to you the vindictive, petty behavior of the federal bureaucrats that made these charges come about.

I wear a brown cloth scapular that shows my devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary. I was given my scapular by a BOP priest at MDC Brooklyn. We were at Christmas Mass and all of the other Catholic inmates in attendance received a scapular as a gift, along with a pamphlet of the sacred prayer and the directions on the proper way to wear the scapular. I followed these rules of devotion from that day forward. Every once in a while a BOP employee would inquire about the scapular and my explanation would mute their interest.

Then one day as I was exiting the chow hall at Butner Low Correctional Institution (my new home) I was stopped and searched by a CO who found nothing an promptly bid me to move on. That is when a demon-possessed alpha bitch struck. She and her pack of mean girls clawed at me from all sides. They grabbed a water bottle cover and an ID holder both knitted in the colors of the Italian flag. Both were thrown in the trash. All the while the pack of hyenas kept spinning me from all sides with questions about my scapular and religion. It was very confusing. Next the alpha bitch zeroed in and demanded that I put my scapular beneath my shirt. When I explained that because of my religious beliefs I could not tuck it inside of my shirt, she blew up and hissed a summons for a chaplain to join the confrontation. So this chaplain in a light suit dress shirt much in the style of Elmer Fudd scurries into the mist of chaos. At that point he clearly states that currently there is no policy against wearing a scapular exposed but in the new compound rules, that were not yet signed or in affect, it will be prohibited. So I was within my rights at the time.

Then the dwarfish alpha bitch decided that she wanted it concealed anyway. So the chaplain, in an effort to placate her, ordered me to hide my scapular. At first I refused, then rather than being forced to wear it incorrectly I removed it altogether. I later reread the prayers and instructions and I reaffirmed my devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary and put the scapular back on as my outermost garment. I looked for the alpha bitch and not finding her I located the same chaplain of unknown religious denomination to let him know that I reviewed the religious instructions and would henceforth be wearing my scapular exposed. He asked if I was sure and I assured him that I was.

Afterwards we exchanged a few emails and he said that he spoke with some religious administrator who said it should be worn inside. At the same time another chaplain emailed and asked to meet with me. He read the directions that I had and explained the compound rules and said that when the new rules were enacted that I would have to tuck my scapular under my clothes but for now I could leave it outside of my shirt. He was really very fair and very helpful. I again referred to the religious instructions that I received with the scapular and again I refused to hide my devotion new rules or not. I went on to check with a priest that I know and respect. He said that at one time it was only worn as the outermost garment but during WWII they changed it for men who were doing dangerous jobs where the scapular might get caught somewhere and cause harm. Not worn inside for some willy nilly reason, or for someone's religious bias. Well I was not doing any dangerous work. Then I asked an inmate priest and he said that he wears his inside but he was in touch with the Carmelite Nuns and he would ask them. I then decided that whatever the Carmelites said was what I would follow. After all that is where the scapular comes from.

Now it gets crazy. About a week after my encounter with the alpha bitch she pounced again. I was leaving chow and she rushes up to me screaming, "Take it off! You were told to take it off!" I calmly told her that I was not taking my scapular off and that the new rules were not in effect and that I was within my rights. She again screamed, "Take it off or tuck it in the chaplain said so!" I refused and she made me follow her to the lieutenant's office.

At that point a lieutenant came out and demanded that I hide my scapular. I again refused. He told me that he would write me a shot if I did not comply. I refused and explained what the chaplain had said and that because of my religious beliefs I would not tuck the scapular inside. He explained to me that only Jews and Muslims were allowed to publicly display their religion. The scary part was that he really believed that bullshit. He also stated that even the Odinist had to wear Thors Hammer around their neck tucked in. Now I don't in anyway disparage another man's religion, and I don't care how they practice their faith but damn was I starting to think that I might be in the twilight zone or on candid camera. All the while out of the corner of my eye I see this red-headed alpha bitch glaring at me. I held my ground and refused to hide my scapular. The lieutenant told me that I would receive a shot and would see my team the next day to determine my punishment. I was finally excused by the alpha bitch telling me to, "Roll on." When I asked her to repeat herself because I didn't understand she screeched, "Roll on!!!!" like she was talking on a CB radio to a convoy of big rigs. Then I understood that she was telling me to leave and because I use a walker with wheels she was saying "roll on." What an ass.

That night while I was in the recreation yard I heard a version of my name called, then spelled, over the PA. THe announcement said for me to report to the lieutenant's office. I immediately went. This time I saw two lieutenants. They told me that if I did not put my scapular inside my shirt I would be shipped to the SHU that very night for a for a very long, long time. I refused and I continued to refuse.

At that point I was handcuffed (and even though I now use a walker) my two feet were shackled on orders from the lieutenant. I was escorted by two COs for a pretty long distance and put into a waiting van. I was then driven to the SHU at the deuce (The medium security facility in Butner). The COs at the deuce were hysterical! They kept commenting, "What's with the low? They sent you here for that? How petty are they? Who wrote that shot?" There were many other mocking comments directed at the low facility (where I am usually housed). Most of them also assured me that I would be back at the low by the next day.

Then an officer from the low came to interview me. He also said he couldn't believe why I was there. He then asked who wrote the shot. Not knowing the alpha bitch's name I handed him the ticket so he could see for himself who she was. The name he saw shocked him. He told me that she could do whatever she wanted to me. He could not or would not help me. Now I know that I am a prisoner but this is till America. One person cannot do to another person what they want. There are rules for everyone. Aren't there? First, I was brought to the SHU because of religious bias and now I would be subject to the whims of a crazy lady.

The next day a SHU lieutenant came to get me out. It seems that the SHU was much too crowded for me to be there for such a minor offense. I was happy. A person with common sense and a little bit of power had arrived. When I told him alpha bitch's name he said he would call her. Then he bid a hasty retreat leaving me in SHU and I never saw him again. Every day brought a new inquiry. Even a captain wanted to know why I was in there for so long for such bullshit. He said there must be more. I must have cursed one of his officers. I told him that's so not true. It seems he was on vacation and dint' know the story and was just trying to trap me out there. One bright point was that alpha bitch was hated by almost everybody. Everyone but the captain had a derogatory adjective for her: "Full of herself, nasty, vindictive, evil, nuts and bitch." She is a real lovely person.

So because of alpha bitch's religious persecution and a weak-kneed chaplain I was locked up in solitary for eight days. My whole time in the SHU I wore my scapular exposed. Then when I returned to the low all of my personal belongings did not return with me. As a matter of fact, they were not given to me for a few weeks. I was told that the brass had a hold on it to further teach me a lesson. When I went to a hearing with my scapular still exposed the second chaplain stated the facts via the telephone to two BOP employees who promptly dismissed the ticket with no sanctions at all.

Don't smile yet the alpha bitch and her friends in the administration were far from finished with me. If you stay tuned for the next few weeks you can catch the updates of how the tyrants roll.

Stronger Today Than Yesterday.


Thursday, October 30, 2014


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.


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.


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.


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.
Tommy `