Doddering retired US District Courtroom Choose Mark Wolf has at all times been an unbearable loud-mouthed jerk, and should you don’t consider me, simply ask mobster Stevie Flemmi.
Flemmi was a snitch for the FBI, and again in 1983 Wolf’s huge mouth virtually received him whacked by the Mafia. Wolf, then an assistant US lawyer, was incessantly name-dropping to anybody who’d pay attention about all of the fantastic instances he was engaged on.
Wolf, a spoiled wealthy child from Weston, didn’t care who he blabbed to so long as he was impressing his listener as a Very Essential Particular person. His free lips virtually sunk Flemmi’s ship.
Not that that might have essentially been the worst factor on the earth, however anybody who’s as streetwise as Wolf so clearly thinks he’s ought to know higher, don’t you suppose?
I imply, didn’t he ever hear about dummying up? Don’t put the household enterprise out on the road, capeche? Perhaps Wolf by no means noticed all these Mob motion pictures in Weston, or Yale, or at Harvard Legislation College – he’s an actual road child, you recognize.
Let’s go straight to Flemmi’s FBI file from August 1983. He’s listed by his informant quantity, BS 955-TE, and he expresses his “excessive concern” about being outed as an informant due to the leaks within the US lawyer’s workplace.
“(Flemmi) suggested that the leaks are coming from two sources, Howie Rubin’s girlfriend who works for the US lawyer’s workplace and Mark Wolf, the assistant US lawyer.
“Supply suggested that Wolf could be very near an unknown Jewish male who’s married to the sister of Bruce Swerling.
“This unknown male who’s near Mark Wolf can be near Howie Rubin and every little thing that Wolf tells this unknown Jewish male is relayed mechanically to Howie Rubin, who then runs to Prince Road to supply Gerry Angiulo and Larry Zannino with the data.”
Gerry Angiulo used to have a disparaging phrase to explain babbling, garrulous fools like Wolf – “unconscious stool pigeons.”
Humorous how Wolf didn’t point out any of this when he was virtue-signaling this week in a regime-controlled tract about retiring at age 78 to protest the “existential risk” that Donald Trump one way or the other poses to the nation.
If all you recognize about this overweight, bald clown is his slobbering self-portrait, you’d by no means find out about his former profession as an unconscious stool pigeon for the native Mafia.
Within mentioning his whispered law-enforcement leaks to “unnamed Jewish male,” Wolf bragged about how “my assistants and I gained greater than 40 consecutive corruption instances.”
Consecutive? I appear to recollect one Metropolis Corridor case Wolf misplaced when it turned out that his star witness had been shaking down the defendant, demanding a $200,000 bribe for… not mendacity on the witness stand as Mark Wolf’s high witness. After that Mark Wolfe extravaganza imploded, the appeals courtroom threw out certainly one of Wolf’s earlier convictions of the man.
The unconscious stool pigeon was very sad, I’m reliably knowledgeable.
I had extra direct involvement with one other certainly one of Wolf’s “L’s” as a prosecutor, involving my state rep in Somerville, Vinnie Piro. Vinnie was lugged on an attempted-extortion cost after taking a $25,000 payoff from an undercover FBI agent, which he later returned.
Vinnie’s lawyer was Bob Popeo from East Boston. I used to be overlaying the trial for Ch. 7.
Someday I obtained transcripts of the FBI-recorded assembly the place Piro gave again the cash. It was going to be the lead story on the 6 o’clock newscast. I used to be with a feminine editor placing the ultimate touches on my piece when the telephone rang within the sales space.
It was Mark Wolf. He began screaming at me. He threatened me if I ran the story. I laughed and hung up. My editor requested me who’d simply been yelling at me on deadline.
“Simply one other candy-ass ruffian,” I advised her, “from Weston.”
The subsequent day, after the story ran, I used to be again in courtroom exchanging high-fives with the crew from the Hill when Wolf swaggered as much as me.
“Do you continue to reside in Somerville?” he sneered. I shrugged. It wasn’t a secret.
Three days later, at my deal with on Spring Hill, I received my first-ever audit discover from the IRS. I took it to courtroom that morning and confirmed it to Vinnie’s lawyer, Bob Popeo. He learn it after which confirmed me an envelope of his personal.
“Appears to be like like we received the very same letter,” he stated with a smile. “Don’t fear. I’ll deal with it for the each of us.”
Popeo wrote the IRS a letter so scorching that I feel I burned my palms simply studying it. The IRS by no means returned a single name from my accountant – that point anyway.
When Wolf was nominated for a judgeship, I requested Bob if we should always attempt to alert anyone to this bum’s m.o.
“Let’s hold it to ourselves,“ he stated. “There are worse issues, you recognize, than having one thing on a federal decide.”
Till he died, Popeo and I might sometimes name each other about Wolf’s newest idiotic stunts, like when he stated in open courtroom that he needed to share a glass of chianti or two with some native wiseguys.
Or the time he ordered the state to pay for a sex-change operation for a spouse killer. Even Gov. Deval Patrick was outraged by that one.
We’d at all times chuckle – we’d identified Wolfe earlier than he turned Oliver Wendell Holmes. Now he dreamed of turning into a male Nancy Gertner, woker than woke.
Then COVID struck and he was completely terrified for years. He turned the Howard Stern of the courthouse. No one might go close to his courtroom with out 4 or 5 masks on. And now at age 78, he’s gone, to trace down Orange Man Dangerous.
You already know the previous joke in regards to the distinction between federal judges and God. The distinction is, God doesn’t suppose he’s a federal decide.
Mark Wolf is a legend in his personal thoughts. Simply learn his piece in The Atlantic.
As for me, I keep in mind an previous saying we used to have within the neighborhoods the place Mark Wolf by no means ventured to set foot.
As soon as an unconscious stool pigeon, at all times an unconscious stool pigeon.
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