"The 55-year-old lay in a gold-fringed casket, wearing a black dress, a fur coat and a decorative scarf covering her head." Classy. Well, yeah, cold corpse needs a fur coat.
Lucky fans, friends and relatives got THIS mass card:
Yes, this is a country where low-life monsters are considered royalty. While we've branched out to include rednecks ("Honey Boo Boo" and her clan), and Armenians (the Kardashians) the favorites are STILL stupid, low-class Italians.
Ruthless Italian murderers are the stuff of beloved movies (who doesn't LOVE the fucking "Godfather" trilogy) and TV shows (the fucking "Sopranos") and such satellites as "reality" TV shit like "The Jersey Shore" (anchored by "Snooki" an Italian low-life slut moron) and the "Mob Wives" four-season show featuring this hideous thing called "Big Ang."
WHO the fuck WAS this horrible duckmouthed distorted buffoon?
Somehow if you're "related" to some notorious thug, that's a GOOD thing. And don't we all love those "funny" nicknames the mob assholes have?
It's also a GOOD thing to BE a notorious thug, because as everyone knows, crime bosses are actually good-hearted people. Bob Dylan sang about Joey Gallo, after all. And to many ignorant Italian assholes down in Little Italy, "the dapper Don," John Gotti was a swell fellow who helped keep the neighborhood thriving, and offered free fireworks on the 4th of July (with the cops looking the other way). And yes, his daughter got her own reality show. "Growing up Gotti" seemed like it might be competition for "Keeping up with the Kardashians," but it lacked Nigga boyfriends and a tranny Daddy, things the mob frowns on.
IF I'M BEING HONEST, it's easy to see why colorful criminals fascinate us. They are stupid yet smart. They are boorish but maybe run a "classy" nightclub booking Sinatra or Tony Bennett. They have "strict" codes of ethics about paying "tribute" and revenging against each other. Who didn't get off on that scene in "Goodfellas" where the reaction to a mild, joke-insult was to be literally kicked to pieces? Imagine being able to swagger around town and beat up anyone who dares look at you funny. (As long as that person isn't "protected" by some other mobster).
If you're on the right side of 'em (like a certain pianist named Bobby that I once knew), you could earn a living and even be forgiven not showing up for a few drunken nights. And, hey, these guys are HILARIOUS, fuckin' "Runyonesque."
In the world of amusement, we're supposed to find mobsters basically moral and family-oriented and jovial. We should mourn some loudmouth who did some "nice things" with all that blood money her family banked. One thing is certain, people DO mourn the Mafia's diminishing power in keeping the turf free from "the blacks" and "the Muzzies" and the "Russian mafia" and others swarming in and taking advantage of incompetent and impotent police, hapless store owners, and common folk who just wanna go home at night and watch a nice gangster movie.
Yes, BIG ANG merch is a hot item on eBay right now! Ayyyyyy! R.I.P. get yer bootleg t-shirt right here! See? It's got her birth and death dates!
And how about a gin-you-ine ought-e graff booook? Only rich low-life Italian idiots who run a corrupt plumbing company or cement firm could be bidding over $200 fucking bucks for something like this.
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