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RFK

December 16th, 2020

June 5, 1968-

New Orleans District Attorney, Jim Garrison worried for Bobby’s life.

He received word the Senator believed his conclusions regarding the assassination of his brother. Garrison understood if he knew what Kennedy thought, so did his enemies.

Garrison warned him and, as the only way to protect himself, pleaded for him to go public.

Through an intermediary, Kennedy let Garrison know he was going to do just that … after he won the California primary.

The CIA was desperate. Time was running out.

45 years ago, RFK was assassinated at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles after delivering his California primary victory speech.

 “Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.”

– RFK  (University of Cape Town, South Africa, June 6, 1966)

Letter to Castro

June 15th, 2020

Rummaging through RFK’s Attorney General files at the JFK Library in Boston, we found an article a proud father stashed away back in 1963.

Entitled:  LETTER TO CASTRO-

Dear Castro)

Cuba is good but you are bad. You have ruined all Cuba,s hopes for independence since you became a comunist. For your sake and Cubas sake we all hope you return to your Catholic faith. You had a better faith than you have now. The better you make it for your country the better you make it for yourself. Your country will be proud if you help them. I hope after this letter you will see things clearer.

Bobby Kennedy and Kevin O’Donnell

Bobby, son of the Attorney General is 8; Kevin son of Ken O’Donnell, Special Assistant to the President, is 7.

Jackie Mason

May 1st, 2020

In 1967 funnyman Jackie Mason ignored multiple warnings, death threats and bullets, and continued to tell Frank Sinatra – Mia Farrow jokes.

He didn’t think it was so funny when, sitting in a car outside a Florida apartment complex, Mason had his nose & cheekbone shattered by a goon wearing brass knuckles.

”We warned you to stop using the Sinatra material in your act,” the goon told him.

Mason stopped using the Sinatra material.

Icarus

March 26th, 2020
Max Steingrout

Man out of Time, Max Steingrout, like Icarus, flew too close to the sun.

The Nevada Gaming Commission believed him to be the mob-connected lynchpin responsible for manipulating the outcome of hundreds, if not thousands, of college and professional basketball games.

In reality, the mob rode Steingrout like a painted show pony.

Although too much drinking, smoking, drugging, and whoring had taken their toll, he could still read the writing on the wall.

He fled south of the border.

Upon his return to Las Vegas, Max the Junkie had lost his nerve, his mind, and his soul.

He became the mark for the tourists, junkies, pimps and prostitutes he once so proudly preyed upon.

Faces were the same but the names had changed, perhaps to protect the innocent.

Max knew there were no innocents.

For money, he wandered The Strip in a methadone fog forcing escort brochures into the hands of unsuspecting old ladies and wide-eyed children.

Cronkite

February 18th, 2020

Cronkite cried the day he told us Kennedy died.

For the next quarter of a century, “the most trusted man in America” became the media flag bearer for Warren Commission apologists.

In a 1987 interview with Rolling Stone, the retired Cronkite hedged his bet.

Rolling Stone –  Twenty years ago you did a documentary on the Warren Commission report on the assassination of President Kennedy. You said that the report was flawed, but the most plausible that could be expected, and that CBS News concluded that Lee Harvey Oswald was the sole assassin. In the years since, have you had any reason to doubt that?

Cronkite –  Yes. We did not know, at that time, a rather important, salient matter: the CIA plot to assassinate Castro. An additional little fact was that Lyndon Johnson thought there was a conspiracy. I’m assuming that what he knew probably was just what we learned later about the CIA’s involvement in Cuba.

Rolling Stone –  As you look back on the late Sixties, do you think there’s a connection between the trauma of the assassination of President Kennedy, and the doubts about the circumstances of it, and so much of the trauma and disenchantment that took place in this country after that? Did it manifest itself in the streets?

Cronkite –  I wouldn’t say that the Kennedy assassination alone could have triggered that, but I think the series of assassinations – Martin Luther King, then Robert Kennedy – has a cumulative effect, which, I think, broke down our natural resistance to violence and kind of set loose hysteria. It manifested itself in the streets.

Pschedelic Circus

January 2nd, 2020
Jake Fizzario

July, 1986-

In Las Vegas, there is no shade for the weary, weak or broken.

Ghosts haunt The Strip like the junkies haunt the Mission’s methadone clinic.

Farm fresh off Grateful Dead tour, The Fizz beamed.

The psychedelic circus had derailed when Jerry collapsed into a diabetic coma. Refugees like Jake “The Fizz” Fizzario were left to fend for themselves.

Surprisingly nimble for his size, barefoot Fizz grilled cheese sandwiches on the sizzling Strip.

2 for $5.

The grilling was good, sales were not.

Max invited him to put on some shoes and come into the casino …

The System

December 26th, 2019

Las Vegas, NV-

By 1987, Jake Fizzario & Max Steingrout had The System well in place and they were cleaning up.

High on acid, The Fizz  would handicap the games based on some sort of psychedelic spiritual guidance.

Max, geeked on crack cocaine, would handicap based on his obsession with all things NBA. 

They would then compare picks and bet the common games.

It was crazy. It was mad.

It worked. 

In less than six weeks they turned Max’s last $15 into $1.5 million and became Las Vegas Legends.

The Fizz knew nothing about basketball, Max knew nothing about God.

El Perozoso: The Fast Picker

December 26th, 2019

Tijuana, Mexico – 1992

After his inglorious expulsion from Las Vegas, Max disappeared south of the border.

The US dollar was strong and, for a while, he lived like a king. He immersed himself in the culture.

He drank, drugged, smoked, whored & gambled on cock fights.

He became one with the Mexican people & they became one with him.

He learned the language.

After the money was gone, during the day, he picked fruit with the small children and old women.

They called him El Perezoso which means: “The Fast Picker.”

At night he would pick the fruits of Tijuana’s daughters.

Later, the fathers, pimps or young Mexican suitors would pick fights with him.

Dangerous Times

December 19th, 2019
Thursday Night NFL Lock

Polarized as never before, both are right and wrong.

Feisty, skin stretched Joe Biden is challenging old fat guys to pushups.

Trump, meanwhile, reminds us of der fuhrer screaming insults and propaganda for the masses.

We’re in trouble, folks.

It goes beyond impeachment.

This is more like science fiction.

News sources scream. We nod our heads not knowing what they’re talking about.

Fahrenheit 451-type stuff

This is not what the Founding Fathers imagined.

It’s what they feared.

This is insanity.

Rather than running through the endless rabbit hole that is the JFK assassination, drunk dialing the likes of Al Beauboeuf in the middle of the night. Instead, as often wont, we anesthetize ourselves with Johnnie Walker (Black) and purvey the NFL lines.

Saturday Night’s inglorious return of our TCh Lock of the Week is:

San Francisco -6.5 vs LA Rams L

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