Hi DBT2:

Years ago some of my friends on the Upper East Side attended the various synagogues up there, the neighborhood where Bernie Madoff and Jeffrey Epstein both lived, but I can't recall which ones.

Anyways, both predators targeted or ensnared Jews, particularly Bernie who grifted the "Gold Coast" millionaires in Great Neck.

I have suspected one of the synagogues up there was a hunting ground for these two, but this is only a suspicion.

Growing up, we knew in my family and social circle that the Trumpfs weren't Jewish because of their German name.

And can you imagine any of the Trumpfs dropping a shekel into a pishka?

There is a saloon/restaurant in NYC that I occasion once in a while. One early evening, to my right and back is an NYPD Lieutenant from the Intelligence Division sitting at a table enjoying an expensive meal with a NYS judge. We nod to each other politely.

Then I'm chatting and drinking with Irish and Jewish attorneys at the bar (one was interviewed on CNN over a huge case).

In walks an elderly Italian mobster who was busted in SDNY in the 1990s for operating those phony telephone booths and other sins.

I always joked with him that I lost a lot of money in his infernal machines and we all roar in laughter. He did time at Fort Dix FCI and uses his expired BOP ID card as his "introduction card" to strangers.

Anyways, after relating some amusing mafia anecdotes to us and enjoying the drink we bought him, he says: "'Scuse me gentlemen, I gotta go to work."

He saunters right past the NYPD LT and the judge and approaches a worker in the saloon to quietly collect the money the waiter owns the mob.

I don't go out much these days but a few time I went to an after hours bar in D.C. and it was considered a Safe Space because that's where cops would go to drink after their shift. Nobody is going to start ---- in an after-hours bar populated by Cops.

#7 | Posted by snoofy at 2026-02-13 06:19 PM |

During all the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan years ago, you could see all the fat-cat military and intelligence civilian contractors laughing and drinking it up in the bistros of Pentagon City.

You couldn't tell from their happy and bloated expressions that our country was at war and that our young boys and girls were getting mulched overseas.

I went there once or twice to meet friends while I assigned to the Pentagon because it was close, but I was disgusted and never went back. I went to the nearby Officer Clubs or met friends elsewhere.