Howie Carr: And so farewell, Vincent “Fatz” Caruso, aspiring rapper, YouTube auteur, North Shore fentanyl kingpin, and now, for the next 15 years or so, a jailbird in the custody of the federal Bureau of Prisons.
Fatz himself wrote the epitaph for his criminal career in an Instagram post:
“He may be Tra$h but he has Ca$h.”
Today we present a photographic retrospective of Fatz’ brief moment on the underworld stage, all grabbed from his own social media, and memorialized in the feds’ affidavits against him and his crew. read more
No worries, the new Soros prosecutor will spring him or the next selected Governor will pardon him.
It dey kultur.
Laws be raciss.
They’ve become a parody of themselves. These are the people you’d see in the “Special” classes of high school.
Talk about moobs, this jerk has em in spades. And why hasn’t he been sentenced to life in prison without parole? Lock him up and throw away the key. And feed him only bread and water and this slob will lose lots of weight.
No short bus for him, he takes the king size bus. All I see is a heart attack in the making. I hope he gets jab #4, they say that’s the real killer and the deal sealed.
Sure that isn’t Rosie O’Donuts?
mortem tyrannis
izlamo delenda est …
Howie Carr………what a treasure.
Franklin was right: the Republic is doomed!
Stupid should be painful…
Such a canvas for the Tattoo Artiste!
A veritable Billboard Buddha.
…I would cheerfully kill a drug dealer at this point in my life. I flirted with drug culture way back in middle school as many did, but by the grace of God I decided that it wasn’t for me. Part of that decision in an otherwise stupid young man was due to the fact that I started to lose friends to it shortly thereafter.
So it probably isn’t a stretch to say that my first encounter with human death was due to a drug dealer killing my young and stupid freind.
…as I have walked the path the Lord apportioned me in life, I saw an ever increasing amount of misery and death as a result.
One of my sisters had a bad problem with Quaaludes that nearly destroyed my family.
I had another freind fall to his death out of the back door of a van in motion.
Drug dealers started fighting over who got to ‘service’ the high school, usually recruiting students into their punchups and later, knifings (a bit early and too suburban for gunplay at that time and place).
And then I started to run Squad.
Hoooolee SHIT, I had NO idea how many people wanted to ruin their bodies, fuck up their minds, wreck their families, beat their children, kill other people in car crashes, and earnestly try to violently maim and kill each other over buying, selling, procuring, and doing drugs until I got on the Little Red Truck! Of course, this was around the time they decided they couldn’t keep people in mental institutions and it was better to make them homeless as well, and THOSE folks got into drugs because they weren’t otherwise enjoying life, so there were some truly amazing wrecks, arsons, beatings, stabbings, shootings (yep, got to that a few years later out in the world) and pillagings in search of things that could be SOLD for drugs or hunting for drugs in other people’s houses that resulted in injuries because other people usually didn’t WANT homeless drug users ransacking their homes and these differences in opinion caused a lot of problems.
And many times you would just find folks unresponsive. At home, in stores, in schools, in churches, on the street, sometimes breathing, sometimes not, and this is BEFORE getting to the accidental overdoses in the “assisted living facilities” where the quality of staff was low, the potency was high, doctors prescribed opiate based medicines for EvERYTHING, and old folks were forgetful as to whether they took their pills or not. . You could guess in some cases but not in others, but in life or death situations “guess” wasn’t encoraged, so Narcan was put in the protocols for “unknown down” patients for its complete harmlessness if no opiates, and – as I have found out recently – it is still there.
Later in life, I have seen the potency of herion increase and the use of Fentanyl explode, and the resultant problems from THAT. My workplace has gone through spates of drug users, sometimes even among the agencies of the Government bureaus we are requires to have on site to run. One small woman was a high functioning addict, you could tell by her face and her arms, who operated machines pretty well until absenteeism and some sort of domestic abuse took her out. Others used everything from meth to tar heroin during a phase when the government ran busses through the ‘hood during the Clinton years and forced them to work for their cash benefits, and it’s fixing to get bad again with the lack of people willing to work (a temp agent actually told one of our managers when he complained about two guys that smelled of pot that “it’s all we have, you get them or you get nobody”). Personally I’ve been seeing more death too, a freind of mine lost a son to it as I’ve documented here before, and my wife has cousins in another state who wrecked everything of their parents and grandparents that they haven’t sold, shot up their way out of numerous jobs, even ones that would PAY THEM TO GO TO REHAB, and one that wrecked a truck, destroyed his face and leg and upper body, somehow got repaired enough to be able to move again, and the first thing he did when he could move again was GO OUT AND GET MORE HEROIN WITH HIS DRUG FRIENDS.
It’s a sincerely fucked up drug for sincerely fucked up people. It’s one you can’t afford to take even ONCE, as it starts to IMMEDIATELY rewire your brain to crave it, AND to make your body feed bad if you don’t. It requires higher and higher doses for the same effect, and more and more money to get them. Users do not care about their spouses, their parents, their children, themselves, not one damn thing or person other than the next high, and they will buy from the devil himself to get it.
And I’m not sure they DON’T.
Drug dealers are not users typically, as most larger sources would not accept it if they were. Drug dealers are and are not the stereotype gang member, a guy in a suit will sell you drugs as readily as a guy with his pants down to his ankles. Drug dealers are completely amoral scumfuckers who will go to your funeral to sell your friends drugs even as they mourn you for dying of drugs because they know there are heavy drug users there. Drug dealers will give you pure stuff to hook you, then cut it, then give you a lethal dose of Fentanyl if you become a problem with full confidence you will kill yourself with it.
They do not worry that they lose you.
There is always another customer.
The drug dealer worries about nothing but his own profits and his own security. He has no fear of man or God, no empathy for men, and no respect for women. The drug dealer has the irredeemable “reprobate mind” spoken of in Romans 1, the seared conscience of Timothy 4:2, and the morals of the devil himself as he knows he will never attain heaven, so he’ll live as large as he can on Earth and take as many to hell with him as possible in a fruitless attempt to buy indulgence from satan.
The drug dealer has rejected the Holy Spirit Himself, and so is truly damned.
But the drug dealer, as least at first, can be quite personable. Evil doesn’t wear fangs, even children would know to avoid it if it did. The deception simply makes it more dangerous to far more people.
Drug dealers would not exist without demand, it is said, and that is true. But you will never be able to end demand of something so easily procured, readily available, highly addictive, and sickening to withdraw from, particularly in a culture that becomes more accepting of it every day. Tinctured opium was sold over the counter in antebellum drug stores for a long time, and I would not be surprised if that were to happen again, the way we are headed. Look at the trajectory of cannabis to see where this is going.
but because users are so ubiquitous and so locked in to it chemically and emotionally, and even socially (the drug user tends to group with others to affirm each other’s addictions and share places to get drugs), the place to end it is by ending the drug dealer.
And really, there’s no reason not to. This is a person who, definitally, lives only to maim and murder others for no reason other than his own enrichment. He brings nothing to society, nothing to humanity, develops nothing, advances nothing, he is a purposeless parasite that only spreads disease and death for entire societies.
There is no wrong way to kill a drug dealer. They should be sent to hell by the speediest way possible.
This guy is actually a great example of why.
I have nothing but disgust for drug dealers. Drug dealers should die.
However, I can’t say that about their customers.
The drug users.
…as a young man, like I said, I was a drug user. Most young people do experiment. I know its possible to get over some drugs and never take any again because I did just that. I also knew many who used, some who died as a result, others who kicked it when they grew up as adults, and still others that do still indulge. Most are actually decent human beings when not stoned, and one actually saved my life not so many years ago. Drugs with my generation were pretty ubiquitous, but we generally avoided “the hard stuff” and Fentanyl was basically unheard of.
…as an adult, I came to have contempt for drug users as they caused all of the aforementioned mayhem that I had taken an oath to clean up after and salvage what could be salvaged. I treated them and did my best to help make Narcan sales stay as high as the users we treated, brought more than one back from the brink, but I had (and still have) very little hope for them, particuarly the herion users of the day (Fentanyl still wasn’t a “thing” even then). BUt, it was the job. Treat ’em and tow ’em and let the hospitals and the courts and the churches sort the rest out, it really wasn’t anything to me, what’s for lunch?
…but since then, I’ve seen into the broken hearts of those who love them as the Democrat promoted drug use engulfs more and more people, including inevitably the children I knew personally of people I knew personally.
…sadly, to date, with those who take the needle, I have seen no successes.
But I HAVE carried the coffins.
And I cannot blame those parents, my friends, for trying.
For I have known these young people. They are not demons except when the craving overrides all else. They grew up in stable homes, had normal childhoods, played as children play, learned as children learned, and grew into what were orginally productive adults who started to have children of their own.
Then someone gave them a needle.
They made the terrible decision to try it.
And injected not only themselves, but everyone who loved them and needed them, directly into hell.
But can they be saved?
SHOULD we TRY to save them?
…well, I have tried. Many have. Rehab clinics abound. My state gives out Narcan for free to anyone who wants it, no questions asked. Some of these kids, like I saw in my Squad days, have been brought back numerous times, only to go one time too many or too far away from someone to administer it. I’ve talked to addicts but talk is not my long suit, I am an impatient person who frequently stumbles over words when angry, have difficutly hiding anger, and my voice gets quiter the madder I get so when I’m ready to kill someone, I wouldn’t yell at them first because they wouldn’t hear me at all. I am never a comforting person to talk to anyway, it was ingrained in me to never lie to patients so sometimes I am a little too blunt in person. Talk is not my gift. I have more success in writing, but little success in getting addicts to read, so that goes nowhere as well. I have given out rehab numbers, church numbers, pastor numbers, all to no avail. Whatever the secret is to reaching the addict, I do not possess it.
Which brings us to my most recent dilemma.
…after I tried to recusitate a kid in one of my plants who ultimately died (which I have covered here, so no repeats), we started talking about Narcan. My medic license lapsed long ago and First Responder training does not cover the INJECTABLE Narcan I was familiar with, so that wasn’t an option (also, would not have helped in this particular case, but it WAS an unknown down which SHOULD and DOES get narced, and was by the squad who took him to the hospital, but that’s neither here nor there), but the nasal, again, in my state is freely available, so I looked into it.
Here, it is an organization known as Project DAWN (Deaths Avoided With Naloxone) that handles the education and distribution for the state. I will not promote them further other than to say that they are staffed by people who have been there and know their stuff, and they don’t stop at handing out Narcan they try to outreach whenever they feel they can. I had a long talk with a Project Dawn staffer who has saved people using Narcan herself, and we swapped some “war” stories about drug addict encounters and rescue attempts, and I was very comfortable she knew her stuff. I discussed with her the efficacy of using nasal Narcan on nonbreathers (It’s mouth to MOUTH, not mouth to NOSE), and she said there’s no reason to hold back becasue it won’t make things WORSE, some may be absorbed in the nose once you start cranking the chest, and if the person otherwise responds to the CPR by taking a gasp even still unconcious, it will be delivered as soon as they do.
Made sense to me.
…I wanted some anyway because I have an elderly MIL that lives with me and takes a LOT of medicine including opioid painkillers that she may be forgetful about and it takes 10-15 minutes to get an ambulance where I live, but I still had misgivings about if I were to try to use it on random stranger drug user because of my 0% success rate and all the other issues I’ve discussed, plus I was unsure about the legalities of the whole thing.
Then studies them a bit more.
As to the legalities, it said,
“Naloxone is very safe and cannot be
abused. If you give naloxone to someone
who is not experiencing an opioid
overdose, it will not harm them. In Ohio,
anyone can legally carry and administer
naloxone.”
Lately it’s been hard to trust Governments about “sAfE aNd EfFeCtIvE”, but I am familiar with this and know it to be true. Nice that it doesn’t expose me to liability beyond the Good Sam level, too.
As to the point of using it on a suspected drug user, they say this;
“With Project Dawn what we’re ultimately doing is preventing overdose and trying to prevent relapse,” Demuth said. “We’re giving them another chance at life. Everyone deserves another chance.”
True enough. I was a lost alcoholic in my teens and early 20s and it would have been easy for folks to have let ME die, but they didn’t, so here I am today to bore you with this.
And I was saved later in life too, and my Lord gave ME a second chance when I did not deserve one, so who am I to say one of His creations is not worthy?
Too, my training, as I have said over and over again, is to error on the side of life. If you CAN save someone, you SHOULD. Where there’s life, there’s hope; where there’s death, you can only hope they found the Lord before they died.
And having carried the coffins, sat in the hospital rooms, dried the tears on their children at their funerals, consoled their parents to the best of my miserable abilities, I can only say that it doesn’t even matter if I loved them or not.
Someone does.
And God CERTAINLY does.
I utterly rejct the drug dealer. They deserve nothing but death here and hell afterwards.
But I cannot, even for all I have seen, reject the drug user, no matter how scummy he may appear to me.
Just because I cannot save him does not mean no one can.
Just because I cannot save him does not mean the Lord can’t.
At least they deserve a chance to find their way back, and for the Lord to reach them while alive.
I have said repeatedly, on these pages, it is not for me to decide who is worthy of life, if it is in my power I will do what I can to preserve that life.
And to me, that would include giving Narcan to a drug addict.
You may make your own choice in this, and it may not be the same as mine. I know many who have had a loved one killed by a druggie, and I can understand the hate from that as surely as from an alcoholic in a headon can take a life.
But to me it comes down to the old trope, “What would Jesus (have me) Do?)
So to me and my house, I will do as my Lord demands of me, what I did out of duty to City and County, State and Country before, and will do out of duty to the Lord now.
I will error on the side of life.
And I’d kill him with my Bible and my razor AND my gun… God damn !!!!!!
Hoyt Axton 1967
I too have lost too many friends to drug abuse over the past 50 years, and I’ve been blessed not to be one of them. God delivered me from drugs in the mid 70’s, the last time I smoked pot was Labor Day 1975 shortly after I had got out of the Navy with a friend that I grew up with who had been kicked out of the Navy in 1973 with a less than honorable discharge for drug abuse. As far as I know he never overcame his drug abuse. I’ve seen too many friends commit suicide because of drugs or are among the walking dead from all their drug use when they were young. A good friend of mine gorked himself permanently (fortunately his wife still takes care of him but he’s been a low functioning vegetable since the accident) in a motorcycle accident 25 years ago after I had warned him of a dream that I had about him showing himself hurting himself from his all of his drinking. That was a prophetic dream which I have very rarely had and I woke up screaming and scared the hell out of my wife when I told her about it. I almost lost my son to a heroin overdose in the Spring of 2007 but he was able to turn his life around after getting rehab for his drug abuse (which was not cheap and was one of the causes of my separation from my wife later that Summer, I was able to forgive her many times over before she died from cancer in 2013 but it wasn’t easy and came about only thru God’s grace) and because he got married and now has 3 kids and even he is only now realizing that drugs especially pot are bad for him. And I thought of murdering his friend whom I knew because of what he did, I’m glad that I didn’t but I was sorely tempted if Thomas would’ve died from an OD. All I know is that I’m still here, I’ve had a good life and know that if I hadn’t quit smoking dope and using other drugs and drinking alcohol to excess that I may not be here. It is all by God’s grace that I’m still here and I’m eternally thankful. And yet too many states including my dumbass state of Washington have legalized drugs in the past 10 years or so which I never would’ve thought would happen back in the 70’s. And the state legislature in Wash. tried to legalize psycilocibin AKA magic mushrooms this past legislative session but it failed, thank God. I’m sure these idiots will try it again in the future. And the last thing that I have to say is there is a good reason it’s called dope because it make you dopey and stupid. This is not the dystopia of Brave New World yet.