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stupid cross dressing fakkit.
Rudy Giuliani: "No Terrorist Attacks on U.S. Soil until Obama took charge"
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And this man is now AG.
Alongside President Trump.
We are fukking doomed.
Alongside President Trump.
We are fukking doomed.
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catch him on his train ride
bless him and his whole detail with some rain
do it for killa capo and santana
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bless him and his whole detail with some rain
do it for killa capo and santana
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and this may be our Attorney General. Way to go
Actually he wants to be Secretary of State...
Soon to be indicted on massive federal charges and hopefully ending up in a jail cell.
fukking criminal.
Again...why was this motherfukker so bold to say this shyt?
He slipped up and let us know Trump was gonna win the Presidency that day and NO ONE picked up on it.
Look at where he is now on Trump's squad. The proof was in front of your fukking fACES ALL ALONG!
ADevilYouKhow
Rhyme Reason
Imagine if he had become secretary of state or ag
ADevilYouKhow
Rhyme Reason
Thug Life
Thug Life
Tuesday, July 4, 2000 at 4 a.m.
By Wayne Barrett
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Illustration by Tim Gabor
The following is an excerpt from Rudy! An Investigative Biography of Rudolph Giuliani, which will be available in New York stores on July 11. It is printed by permission of the publisher, Basic Books.
•Harold Giuliani and Helen D'Avanzo met at a party in 1929 or 1930. The roaring '20s had tapered to a whisper, the Great Depression had recently cast its vast and wretched shadow, and Prohibition had long ago confined much of the American social scene to speakeasies. It was not an auspicious time for romance, and Harold and Helen's dating life was typically austere: picnics in the park, moonlight strolls, home-based dances and get-togethers. Occasionally, they would splurge on a movie at Times Square—tickets were only 35 cents, if you bought them before 5:30 p.m.
At 5'11", with a solid frame and big-knuckled hands, Harold was a thickset ruffian who squinted at the world through cumbersome, Coke-bottle-thick glasses. He had been trained as a part-time plumber's assistant but had remained financially dependent on his parents into early adulthood. Much of his childhood had been spent on the streets of East Harlem, staving off boredom with stickball and other games. At age 15, he dropped out of high school and was soon arrested for burglary and sentenced to probation in New York City Children's Court. Emboldened by regular beatings from his father, he took up boxing and, through a demonstration of sheer feral aggression, persuaded a local trainer to condition him for a pro career. But because of poor vision, Harold was kept out of the ring. Instead, he took his pugilistic prowess to the streets, engaging in countless scuffles. Blinking behind his half-inch-thick lenses, he would fling a flurry of punches, landing them anywhere and everywhere, mercilessly hammering his opponent into submission. The vision problem only compounded his volcanic temper, mixed in with it, to create a sort of unalloyed, inexorable ferocity. Taunting Harold with a typical teenage gibe like "four eyes" would guarantee an immediate pummeling.
Shy and proper, Helen was the perfect antidote to Harold. She was an excellent student who skipped two grades and graduated from high school at the age of 16. A dark-featured southern Italian, she would often bleach her hair blond for social occasions and loved dancing the Charleston.
Throughout their seven-year courtship, Harold was a persistent suitor and Helen a hesitant target. Most of her five brothers, at first, turned up their noses at her inelegant beau, regarding him as a poor match for their little sister. Helen harbored doubts of her own, she later admitted, particularly when it came to Harold's "terrible temper." She recalled one incident early in their courtship. "It was about six months after we met and we were walking up 123rd Street," she said. "He had his arm around me and when a car passed by, somebody in it yelled, 'Ain't love grand!' The car stopped for a light and Harold ran to the corner, pulled the guy out of the car, and boom! I yelled, 'Harold, what are you doing, you savage?' "
But it was not just Helen's honor he was protecting. If Harold overheard a man on the street utter what he perceived to be a disparaging remark about a woman, "Harold would smack the guy," Helen said. These incidents became so common that Harold would affectionately sign all his love letters with the sobriquet "your savage."
At least four years after they began dating, Harold truly earned his nickname. In the spring of 1934, just a week after his 26th birthday, jobless and restless, he resorted to desperate measures.
On April 5, the "savage" was arraigned on armed robbery and assault charges in the Magistrate's Court for the City of New York and ordered held on $5000 bail. Before Magistrate Alfred Lindau, Harold Giuliani lied about his age and address, claiming he was 24 and lived on East 84th Street. He also lied about his occupation, saying that he was an electrician. When asked to identify himself, he told the court that his name was Joseph Starrett.
On that day, Harold Giuliani (a/k/a Joseph Starrett) pleaded not guilty.
On April 12, in the case of People v. Harold Giuliani indicted as Joseph Starrett, Giuliani was charged with four felonies: robbery in the first degree, assault in the first degree, grand larceny in the second degree, and criminally receiving stolen property.
The crime occurred on April 2, 1934, at 12:05 p.m. in the unlit first-floor corridor of a 10-family residential building at 130 East 96th Street in Manhattan. Shortly before noon, Harold Giuliani and an accomplice positioned themselves in shadowy recesses near the stairwell. Within 10 or 15 minutes Harold Hall, a milkman for Borden's Farms, entered the building to make routine payment collections. As he began to make his way up the stairs, Giuliani emerged from the shadows and, according to the indictment, pressed the muzzle of a pistol against Hall's stomach. "You know what it is," he reportedly said. He forced the man into a nook behind the stairwell, where his counterpart was waiting. The other man plunged his hand into Hall's pants pocket and fished out $128.82 in cash.
“You know what it is”
How New York
I guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
Years back i downloaded an excel sheet of NYC crime rates and generated charts off it. The crime rate did almost a 180 degree turn under Dinkins but it was still high under his term but falling really fast. Giuliani took over and got the credit.Giuliani is the best mayor NYC ever had
Before him it was John Gotti's city
Brooklyn went from Bucktownto
Town
He's a bitter old a$$hole now but he did a good job cleaning the city up
that's how it always is. the person who successfully turns the ship around doesn't get any credit for pointing them in the right direction to reach its destination. it's the guy who is at the helm when they reach port. look at trump and unemployment or the stock market. anyone who can can read a graph can spot obvious trends from before he was president, but hey it's whatever.
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Sadbrownsfan
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anyone with a brain and not a disingenuous political hack can see that when it comes to Trump/Obama. I see smart people who legit hate Giuliani still like “say what you want but he cleaned up NYC” maybe just highlighting the promoted racism. You hear something long enough, for so many times and it just becomes fact.
Hopefully with Rudy showing himself a national embarrassment and his protective specter of 911 fades people can question the rest of his legacy.
Never forget when Michael Eric Dyson called Rudy a White Supremacist on TV
MSNBC’s Michael Eric Dyson Attacks Rudy Giuliani: He Has A ‘White Supremacy’ Mindset
Giuliani been trash.
MSNBC’s Michael Eric Dyson Attacks Rudy Giuliani: He Has A ‘White Supremacy’ Mindset
Giuliani been trash.