Con-Job at the Fair

With Nigerian monkeys making a fortune with e-mail, and all the scamming, downloading and pfishing, are there still actual con-artists doing it THE OLD FASHIONED WAY?

Yes there are.

How about a street fair, for example? Like this one, on a pleasant Saturday?

Block after block, people set up tables to sell "bargains" that they buy from jobbers at fixed prices, or greasy food. And cheap, greasy people waddle around to buy. After a few blocks, you see the same shit over and over, because it's franchised. Missed the bargain socks? Oh, here's ANOTHER dealer selling them.

Amid the pickpockets, there are the grifters handing out illegal leaflets.

Here are a pair of cops who...oh well...they're bored. They don't want to arrest or even roust some fat bitch handing out leaflets. They don't even go over to see if the leaflet is for a politician or for a con artist gypsy fortune-teller.

This blobulent bint thought to herself, "That was close, I didn't see them coming and forgot to put away my stack of fliers!"

She's part of a mother-daughter conjob team. Street fairs are just icing on their well-fed cake of crookedness.

Daughter is obscured by SO MANY OBESE SLOBS WALKING BY. But on the left, is MOMMY, also handing out the fliers.

Hello, MOMMY.

MOMMY is the fake "psychic," the tarot and palm reader. The fact that she's an ugly immigrant slob doesn't even matter. She doesn't dress up like a mystical gypsy. Nobody even asks the logical question about why this tatty-looking twat can't see into her OWN future. How come with all her acumen she can't find herself a rich husband so she won't have to be a parasite? Why is her ugly clay-faced husband snoozing at home and her daughter out on the street with her, hustling morons for a fiverrrr?

Aside from the jobbers, local stores often rent space in front of their businesses to offer bargains and lure people into the shop. Charities run games of chance. Even local politicians buy tables just to "support" the "fun," and offer helpful booklets on free government services (half the text in Spanish, of course). THIS bitch won't buy a table. Technically what she does isn't even illegal. She has a storefront where she sits every day waiting for suckers to walk in. But why PAY for a TABLE when she can take a folding table and folding chairs and sneak them onto a street corner alongside the fair route?

She says, "Take my card, take my card, would you like an instant reading? Only FIVE DOLLARS."

Her folding table and chair are on the nearby corner. And look, she's snagged a moron!

Yes, some air-headed stupid cunt who loves Adele records, is sitting and squinting at the "psychic" who, in an intimate sotto-voce voice, explains the secrets of the palm, and all she "sees" in this blob's future.

It's all going on literally two or there feet from the street fair traffic, and the eyes of the cops who are supposed to patrol for thieves and those who are NOT paying for street fair space.

The blob and her friend are captivated by the carny's spiel. It doesn't occur to this idiot that she's spent five bucks on someone so cheap and vulgar as to be hustling on the sidewalk, her hat low on her head.

What would happen if a cop came by and DID something? She knows what the cop would do. Nothing much. "Hey, you can't be doing that here. Pack up and leave." "Gosh, officer, I didn't know! I'm going. Tee hee hee...with a few hundred bucks I got off idiots!"

Of course she's hoping that some of the idiots will become regular customers, at higher prices, and maybe one will fall for the big "bajour," and pay $20,000 or $50,000 for a potion or something.

This IS a full-time con-artist, and every day her ugly husband struts out to chain A-frame signs to public property, urging people to call up or just drop by the storefront for a reading.

Oh, once in a while a sign is defaced, or despite giant chains and locks, gets stolen and destroyed, but he's back the next day or next week with a new one. The city, partners in the crime, have laws against this shit, but no enforcement.

As in: "It's against the law to chain a sign, but we don't have the power to remove it. It's private property. All we can do is ask that it be removed." For four years, this woman's gotten hundreds of calls: "Come take your sign away," and she says, "Oh, I didn't know it was illegal" or simply, "OK, I'll do it," without saying WHEN.

Only executive officers in the Sanitation Department can write out a ticket; the sweaty clod who has the job of riding around affirming there's a violation and calling it in, can't write a ticket or take the sign away. Get some exec to issue a ticket, and it may or may not ever be paid, as it's easy to stall the courts. PS, no, the cops are NOT involved as this is a "sanitation" issue; junk on the sidewalk. Don't bother the mayor about this. And no, your councilman is VERY busy and it's VERY difficult to write up and pass a law calling for bigger fines each time, or impounding the sign like they do cars illegally parked."

The city could make a fortune impounding signs and writing fines. They could employ some people (as they do "meter maids") and the job would pay for itself.

In most parts of any major city, you're never more than a block or two away from a fake PSYCHIC doing a cash business. "Well," the city officials shrug, "at least they pay a landlord to have a store or an apartment." The IRS bothers to check that these gypsies are claiming the right income??

Pickpockets, sleazy merchandise and scamming con-artist gypsies? It doesn't deter all the FUN SEEKERS from spending an entire Saturday afternoon at the fair.