To Kill Presidents

A Simple Story About IRS Abuse and Fraud

2009-11-03T16:50:00.000-08:00

Big Mike Craft Sr. was and is the single most knowledgeable expert on criminal income tax evasion in the United States. He agreed to the terms of the Treasury and the IRS-CID, way back in 1987. Since then, he has been kept off the stand in federal trials, had his cover put out on the street to congressmen, and been defrauded by the IRS-CID. Mr. Mike Craft Sr. refused to turn in his partners or any other made members of the Lansky Group, or syndicate. He did agree for the full awards program of the full 10% of the gross (now 30%, under the new system) the entire RICO rewards, plus the 25% reward on the first ONE MILLION DOLLARS collected (which is a standard reward in all agencies). Instead, the service did his first case for a lousey hundred thousand dollar reward, and ignored 300 other cases. The service has tried to settle cases in quiet with people that had been contracted to bigmikecraft on Treasury contracts #211's! This is to defraud Mr. Craft out of his rewards. The service never questioned Mr. Craft on his many partnerships and allowed people worth billions of Dollars to die of old age. The fraud to the taxpayers is very large. The wasted tax dollars on small time to no time cases is also very large. Mr. Mike Craft turned over more than 6 Billion Dollars in Tax money owed on 18 Billion Dollars gross, plus interest of course. Mr. Mike Craft Sr. signed contracts with perjury arrangements attached. Mike Craft Sr. signed contracts from Nov. 2, 1987 to March 2004. Mike Craft Sr. has the only anti-terror contract in Treasury history, which he is now turning over to the State Dept. The funny thing is that Hillary Clinton signed for this Terror Contract on a location ,as did Senator Schumer. No arrests were made and of course Mike Craft Sr. was not arrested for perjury, because then the Justice Dept. would have to bring Mike in front of a judge and Mike Craft Sr. never lies because he wanted to get paid. The Treasury Dept/IRS has had the ranking member of the old Lansky Group under contract for 23 years but refuses to do his cases because they don't like alpha males, that tell nerd agents, what to do. But still there will be no arrest of Mike Craft Sr (bigmikecraft) because he has never lied, only the agents have refused to work. I can go on an on but I am tired today and am sick and tired of rehashing this story. I do not have the money to start a federal trial and win because, in a federal motion you only get one shot. If your legal team is not good or in proper place, anyone will loose. The first motion is the most important, to get to a trial. The Agencies get free lawyers, and I must pay. Maybe soon! Maybe a national news source, will get off its assets to write about the biggest rip off in this nation. Bernie Maddof was not the biggest rip off. The salaries to Federal and State Workers who do no work, is much bigger than Maddof, and it is every year. See you later!

Enjoy!

2009-10-02T14:45:00.000-07:00

Welcome to tokillpresidents.blogspot.com, I am your editor and correspondent bigmikecraft, formerly with the old Lansky Group (Meyer Lansky) and the NCS. I hope you enjoy my writing. It is all,unfortunitely TRUE! My email for any interested parties is tokillpresidents@gmail.com Enjoy the Fall in the State of New York. There will be more News Blogs after a week had gone by. I am hoping that John Walsh, who I know, will make a deal to talk about my life. As of this date, I will be hoping to discuss my career in the rackets, my beating the government in court, the government screwing me out of money, and the fact that I possess the only anti-terror contract with the Treasury in the nation. I also donated 50% of the 10million dollars to the FDNY and the Treasury will not make any arrests and they can't arrest me because it is a contract. I was just doing my duty to help in the War on Terror. With my contacts, I did not miss much! Enjoy

Gerald Ford and Jimmy Carter, I said no, no, no!

2009-10-01T18:25:00.000-07:00

Well I guess you want another happy ending. OK, I will give you one. Who is the Only Ex-President alive, who was the target of an old time Gangster. Yes, you got it! It was Jimmy Carter and I did not even take a dime from Meyer, plus I swore that if he contacted me one more time he would not have to fear Tony Brown, enough said. Jimmy Carter and Gerald Ford were both gross incompetents but neither deserved to get assassinated. At least in my opinion. I actually would have a few beers with Billy Carter, a few years later in Harrisburgh, Pa. during the Spring Mobile/Modular Home Show, in the Farm Complex. He was a drunken, funny, little guy. I enjoyed the few drinks. He was pretending/or was the Vice President of Scott Homes of North Carolina. As far as Gerald Ford was concerned, the pardon did get a few people upset. I actually was shown hit placements for Palm Springs, and a few Golf Courses. I thought it a bad plan and also walked away. I was not getting caught up with any Plan on a sitting United States President. The Viet Nam War was now a memory, and Ford could not have beaten Meyer in an election. He had a bad vocal tone, his voice was as bad as his golf game. Carter was going to win, and at the time, like most Americans, I had a little hope for some honesty in Government. I was wrong. Jimmy ruined the World, just as Reagan did. He did not back up the Shah of Iran, thus look what we got now. He screwed around in Latin America because he was not worldly. Any way, I saved his life by not taking the hit and closing the books on Meyer. Have a nice Film Festival here in Woodstock. Sincerely bigmikecraft

The Why's and Where Fores of My Heads of State Hits.

2009-10-01T17:45:00.000-07:00

I would like to close for this week by saying that this life story on me has been subverted by the FBI for 2 years. The Toronto Star did a front page piece on Jan, 3rd. and 4th., 2008 entitled "Mobster Confesses" I read the piece, done by Peter Crawford in the United States, not Canada, for the Toronto Star, and swore that I had not attended the 5 hour interview session in Amsterdam N.Y.! I was confessing to the hit on a head of state, Theirs! Yes, it was a long time ago, but I had to wait for the true statuit of Limitations on Rico to expire thru Knowledge Enterprise, #18usc1955 #228. Paul DiCocco died in 1989. He knew everything about us. That would have pushed it out to 2001, with the exclusion of Sundays and Holidays. My mother got sick in 2001 and I am the only child so I took care of my mother 7 days a week until her death. She was the best. The American Media Group would have jumped all over the syndicate member who had a contract on Fidel. They did not because one Laurie Cambell got warned by the Bureau. She is an editor. She used a sentence from a pre arranged conversation I had with a Bureau informant. I knew she was fixed! The Gannett News Papers have been offered exclusive stories on me, but the nerd reporters in Albany N.Y. hate an old Alpha Male. I am the ONLY man alive, on this Earth, that can discuss hit contracts on World Leaders. The reason is, that members of the Commission always stopped them or I stopped them. The Bureau in the Northern Judicial District, with their employers, The Justice Dept., have blown many cases because they refused to pay. So I will use this News Blog, written by myself, bigmikecraft (Mike Craft Sr.) a copy righted video news producer, and the principle of 12 News Paper Federal Court Accounts, from the IRS-CID, the FBI, and The Justice Dept. to the Organized Crime Task Force. I will not discuss any of these organizations for this weekend. We are at Woodstock and trying to enjoy the Film Festival. I would like to entertain any Major Production Company, any major News Outlet, or any Major Acting Individual, that I am the bitter enemy of the Northern Judicial District Justice Dept., that have broken more laws than any 5 crime families that I have ever known. I am still under contract to the Treasury Dept. and have many contracts in default by them! I shall explain in Next Weeks Blogs. I will tell you now that there were two more asks by Mr. Lansky before he died. On these I warned him myself because Tony Brown would have Killed Meyer and Meyer did give my father and me our starts. I paid him back by keeping him alive. Sincerely bigmikecraft

OMG, as the kids say. Oh My God, Meyer wanted me to hit Nixon!

2009-10-01T10:15:00.000-07:00

Oh My God, or OMG as the texters say, Meyer Wanted Me to Kill Former President Of The United States, Richard M. Nixon. He wanted the hit done now and sent another $150,000.00 thru a confidential go between who was a member. I looked in the bag and said, "What did you do rob a numbers bank." The bills were in real crumpled shape (untraceable). I asked for the marks name and was told. I was already planning to turn Meyer over to the Commission if he tried to fool with my life. I had a powerful friend, who I did favors for. This same man was making sure that Meyer got his money every month from Vegas, South Central, and The Islands. Believe me, I did not understand Meyer's deal in England, even to this day, but meyer got a few packages a year from England. It always escaped me because I did not care. As long as I was free to run my own game, I was happy. It was almost 1975, and the double hit fiasco in Canada was just behind me. I was now furious at Meyer but in 1975, I needed the $150,000.00 in the bag. I had decided to buy the old Frat House that I worked at as a child, but wanted it for free. All wise guys want free, and you all should always remember it! Your money is what we want, and we usually get it in business, one way or the other. Sometimes with friendship, or sometimes with muscle! In the country areas most conected guys try to operate alone and operate very friendly with the rest of their area. In my case, I only operated my liquor businesses in upstate New York. I did my theft operations at certain warehouses or on Teamster flagged loads passing through. I cut Paul and Nick in, so who cares. It was this Nixon Hit that I was very mad at. Meyer, in my estimation was all consumed with Fidel Castro, and every one around the situation who was Political in nature. He probably blamed each President of the United States, and every Vice President for not trying to get Castro's regime out. Meyer did not understand the people of Cuba. The previous Battista regime was very hars on the people of Cuba and kept them poor. Although history would prove Fidel Castro even more harsh, the cuban peasant peoples loved Castro, period! So now Meyer Lansky wanted to kill Nixon for not going after Castro when he had the Viet Nam War at full bloom in the year 1970. Nixon did not get Castro, so he had to go, according to Meyer. Yes, I kept the small money but I got on a plane to Chicago the next day. I called the drop phone and said my name and that I was at the airport. It was important for my friend, if he wanted to have me picked up. The FBI constantly watched Tony and many other of the Mid-West organization people. If you were in on the inside with any top guy, you were given a pay phone number where a man would sit and read all the national papers every day until 2:00 PM. I just flew and prayed Tony could see me. I sat down in the airport and waited. If somebody was coming, they would not waste time. I had not been invited and now I was worried! A middle aged man walked up to me and said, Michael, would you come with me! I just followed him and kept quiet. He drove me to a warehouse where I had never been. The car stopped and I got out. The little door on the big garage door opened. I walked in and was frisked. I never carried a gun to a meeting, it was impolite! I walked the length of the warehouse, about the length of a football field. there was another small but brand new single wide mobile home set up with electric and plastic water and sewage pipes attached to it. It looked to be about 50 feet long. A man at the bottom of the steps said hello, and frisked me again. I was escorted in to Tony. Mr. Brown looked very serious at me and said "What, are you in trouble, you never call on that immergency number." I said that I was in big trouble and needed his support and protection." Tony said " Tell me a story!" I began that Meyer had called out another hit without commission approval. I knew Meyer had no approval because You had warned him, and you were actually the entire commission talking." Tony asked on who. I now, very softly said "Richard Nixon." Tony went tight with anger and then immediately softened up. He said, "Michael you did the right thing coming here and that old man is going to lighten up or I will remove my protection on him and the money will stop." "You know Michael, you have good sense, you are polite, and you are respectful to me, whether it be out of fear or because that is the way you were raised, I do respect your coming here today." " We have killed enough Presidents in this century" "Every connected guy in power, in America, wanted John Kennedy dead, but this is not the situation now." " Nixon actually was good for us in his last term, in that he was so corrupt, he kept us off the front pages for 3 years." "I want you to still understand that Meyer Lansky made Casino Gambling in this nation, and else where too." " He has just gotten old and has nothing but a few million to leave his family." " You do know that he and I owned J.Edgar Hoover for all those years, don't you." I said that my father had said a few things and so did Doc Farone and Paul DiCocco. Tony smiled and said, "That is why Meyer and I never saw a jail cell, except for that 90 day vacation he took in Saratoga, compliments of your fathers firm and That old Irishman, Dan O'Connell. We had Hoover from the exact time that they got Al for taxes and we knew his weekness." I asked Tony nothing at this point, because in my situation, I was still an underling, and Tony was still Meyer's old friend. I said "What do you want me to do." Tony said, "Go home, have dinner with your parents, go out with youir girl friend, and this will be over by tonight." "I am sending my best guy down there as soon as you leave this warehouse>" " You keep the money and never mention it to Meyer." " You don't see Meyer except for once in a while." I said, "I don't like to go to Florida much and I go when Paul does not." " Paul and Meyer are tight and I am the new guy, that's all." " I expect Paul to hear nothing of this, and I will be eternally grateful for your help, Tony." Tony said, "Michael, could you have hit Nixon successfully." I said "Yes, he is actually easier than Trudeau up in Canada." "he is a disgraced ex-President, and his protection detail could care less." " You just hit him from many casual locations. No one is asking this man to go to work at their law firm, speak at their college, or represent them on a bank board, for many years to come." "The only trouble is the secret service. They will fight back and that is always a problem." " I don't feel like playing tag with the secret service for the rest of my life, I think Nixon took the big disgrace as President, in having to resign or be indicted." " I don't want to get caught killing a has been." I was motioned off and I knew that I must leave. I stepped back and bowed. Tony just looked away and I was driven back to the airport. I was happy. I did not feel that Meyer had showed any respect in paying me another substandard hit fee. The Nixon hit was worth at least 2 million at the time. Life must have a price. Nixons was 2 million to me, in 1974! The Nixon Hit was called off. I guess I saved Nixons Life! Sincerely bigmikecraft, PS- I know I saved Richard M.Nixons life!

We are out of Canada, and we are free, we think!

2009-10-01T09:33:00.000-07:00

The hit contracts on Pierre Trudeau, the Prime Minister of Canada, and the contract to kill Fidel Castro, in Canada, at Trudeau's Funeral, were still fresh in my mind. Incidently, Meyer was right, as he usually was, Fidel Castro came to Canada and was a pall bearer for Pierre Trudeau, when Trudeau died of natural causes. I would like to have hit Trudeau and Castro, but I am here writing this news blog because the commission had the good sense to pull me out. Yes, I would have gotten Trudeau, no problem. I do not, in all honesty, believe anyone could have gotten Fidel Castro at the State Funeral. There would have been about 100 nations represented, including the USA, and The Soviet Union. Canada was The Soviet Unions largest trading partner, in spite of being on the border of the United States! Fidel would have had snipers at every location, as would the KGB, and the Secret Service and the RCMP. The Canadian SAS are not that shabby, and it was their ground. The RCMP would have been so furious at loosing Trudeau that they would have been everywhere. Meyer had sent me on a suicide mission and I was a little mad at that fact. I expressed this satisfaction to nobody. Although I loved Paul DiCocco Sr., as an older brother, I never told him everything. I'm sure he never told me everything either, but he would prove his loyality to me later in life in 1982. I always knew Paul was a standup guy, but what he did for a young man, who would eventually have rank over him, was very touching. I always think of Paul with affection. I liked his brother Dulio (Jake) a lot but we were not close. We had lunch sometimes, but I was a member and Jake was an associate. He always wondered why and I don't blame him. He supported Paul financially, right to Pauls death. I will tell some nice stories about these two brothers at another time. They also had wonderful wives, the kind of wives who stood loyal to the end. I respected them also. With the hits in Canada now over due to a call back! I went back to work hi-jacking around the state twice a month. I also sold my heroin for good money, as I did every fall. I had 4 free kilo's this year, so I only worked 2 days a month on Theft. In the trades I was called a "BUST OUT." I never went long term on anything. I am sorry to this day that I did not keep 43 Fuller Road in the Town of Colonie, N.Y. It was the best nite club set up in the area. I took a lousey Million plus net out of it in cash, and keyed the door. It was not even in forclosure yet. I paid my help in cash, used hot liquor from Carlo Spano's Liquor store in Guilderland, N.Y., did not pay any sales tax, (we paid very little, but sent it in on time) paid no federal anything, paid all my advertising outlets, but never paid Manufacturers Hanover Bank a dime for 3.5 years. I probably could have rolled it over, but I carry some bad baggage with me and sometimes make too quickly a decission. I locked up the club on Thanksgiving Eve 1979. I should have kept going to New Year. The Liquor Authority was going to give me a fine and a suspension on the First, but I should have re-opened in the spring. I managed to walk away with a few million but would regret not working because I was a degenerate gambler and spent too much when on a loosing streek. Meyer would die soon in the early eighty's, but I was already on my own, using the Lansky Group Name always because I was now it's only reputed physical enforcer (reputed hitter) for lack of any other slogan. I am getting ahead of myself and should stick to the horrible new revelation that Meyer wanted. I would not be happy nor would Mr. Brown in Chicago! Sincerely bigmikecraft

Lets Hit the Prime Minister by September, If I Can!

2009-09-30T09:53:00.000-07:00

The month of August was a busy one. I had to get a few new AR-7's for the job. I always used an AR because it was the lightest and fastest break down weapon in the world. I always laughed when Paul DiCocco, who did not really understand guns, would say "you use a $50.00 gun and spend a thousand on a scope!" I would laugh because he didn't know the half of it. My father Bill Craft (the Honorable William A. Craft esq., Dean Of The N.Y.S. Supreme Court Reporters, and former partner in Solomon, Kirwin, and Craft, was a national pistol champion from the 30's. He used Hi-Standards and they are still the best. I always joke using my fathers governmental title, because he was a crook just like me, but took it very seriously. The point I am making is to buy good weapons and very good add ons! The reason I used the AR-7 is because it was a one of a kind in the world. It just sold for $50.00 plus. It was still the best potential long range 22 caliber weapon in the world with longer barrels added. My people in Europe manufactured, for cash, my extra long barrels in lengths of between 36 inches and 56 inches. I know this sounds strange to the non shooter, but a 22 Caliber is a fast bullet and by using longer barrels, I was on the target at about 2700.The 22 caliber has a one mile distance on the box but that would not be line of sight. That would be for adjustment to arc a shot, which is impossible. By using an extra long barrel, which is custom fitted to the AR, I could get a clear line of sight shot at about 900 yards, maybe 950, but no more. I would also be taking the shot on my own terms, not a time limit. If it took two months, fine, but on my own terms and my own plain! The barrels came in to my drop in Vermont. They were take down barrels and were nice. I am not a gunsmith, just a shooter, but I know good work and these were fine. I, of course tested both guns (I take two or three) and made sure every barrel fit the weapons. They did! Now I was having a few drinks with Alice one day, and decided to end the affair. She was hot in bed, but I did not wish her to even suspect my business. She was a school teacher and a mother of 4. She might be too legit for me so we had a great fling that night and I pretended to go home. I never saw her again, although I did call her when I was getting married to tell her that she was a great person and I wished her a long life! I proceeded to Montreal for a drive around town. I wanted to make sure that I was not seen by any Bonano's. It was their city but I was a national syndicate made member and did not answer to anyone. I also wished to keep anything quiet because one or more of these local boys might sell me out to the RCMP. The RCMP was stupid but I was not taking any chances. Even dumb gets lucky if someone draws them a map! In my world, I had been using the Vermont side of Lake Champlain for my Heroin business. We had been operating from Memorial Day to Labor Day for a few years. After all, my partner had explained the French connection to me that his old partner Carmine Galante had founded. It was my right but I stayed out of the Montreal area. I, was never caught, in the drug business, and I never gave anyone up. My Vermont business will be explained in upcoming blog posts! Meyer had given me Vermont and New Hampshire, but I used it for an importation outlet only. The population base was too small, thus those angelo saxons would have turned us over to the Feds or the Vermont Authorities. We imported to Canada and used my approved routes where I had a national territorial claim. Now I was looking around Montreal for Pierre Trudeau's favorite stops and haunts. I had set up jump cars on land owned by a friend, in case I had to run fast and switch cars. All the cars were registered and insured. I read up on Trudeau and spoke to a few locals as if I were just another touring American. I spoke bad french but the locals were helpful because I tried to speak french. Always try in a foreign land, to speak. The average citizen loves you to try. I, by going to all the newspapers, and social columns, found 6 (six) places Trudeau liked the best, in his home town of Montreal. I read the Ottawa papers also, to check on his social calender. The Canadians like social functions in Politics just like other nations. It is their time to meet their public. Trudeau had one enemy, and I was going to use it! The Quebecquois! This was the Quebec Communist Party and they were actually in control. They could always be around to blame by the press. Trudeau was going to be an easy target. His body guard detail was smaller than a US President, and not as well organized. I could get Trudeau, but I was a littled about the so close Castro Hit. I would deal with that later. I already had my escape routes planned and I also had a jump car in Lennoxville, Quebec, 35 miles above the Vermont border, just in case. I had a safe houses set up naturally. One was my Aunt Betty's farm on Spring road in Lennoxville. She had died in May, but my cousins kept it. I had been raised there for the summers of my youth. I also had my Aunt Bertha, on Lake Massawippi. She was my aunt by marriage but I loved her, and she kept a bed for any relative who stopped by. My father had rented the big 4 bedroom log home next to Bertha's in 1955 thru 59. I also grew up on this lake. I was safe. I made sure to not discuss my movements with anyone at all. In a capital crime situation, it is better to have no associates. I had picked up some standard Imperial 22 caliber ammunition at the local hardware store. I actually spent a day with Bertha and a couple of day's at the farm that August 1974. It maybe my last time in Canada or alive for that matter. I had a few nice family dinners and said good by. I would miss the Lake. I had even brought in a few Drug loads by sea plane on Lake Massawippi in the past. More would remain to be seen! It is funny, when the Toronto Star came to Amsterdam, N.Y. to interview me in December 2002, for a front page on January 2003, they were under the miss guided assumption that Canada had its own Mob in 1974. I laughed and said, No! When three American bosses say jump, the entire nation asks, "How Far." The toronto Star dumbed down this story due to interference by both The RCMP and their handlers The FBI. After all, Pierre Trudeau was the JFK of Canada. I will get into that in my book. This story was on the front page for 2 days and because of RCMP (FBI) interference, I did no Television and only 2 radio shows. The FBI also cut a deal with the American Media Group to keep me out of the Enquirer, and the National Examiner through their assistant editor Laurie Cambell. She had everything to make this a fine story but chose to be an FBI cooperating news media, who had some tax problems. The Bureau does not want these stories out because I caught them in crimes in the Northern Judicial District and the fact that I paid J.Edgar Hoover, three times in 1969 for Meyer Lansky. I was a bag man, and a trusted bagman for my 5 year associated time before membership. I ran errands all over the nation! I left The Sherbrook, Quebec area for Montreal in the end of August. I had spent many hours relaxing around old summer homes, and even had a fling with a young girl down in North Hatley. I was ready! All I needed was the Ottawa Papers reporting on Trudeau's Political movements, and the Montreal {Papers reporting on up coming Political speech engagements. I was set in the month of September. Meyer did not pay me enough to neglect my drug business. I shot over to the Vermont border, (no telling you yet, about my locations) and chaperoned a 40 kilo delivery. I only middled the stuff, I did not deal. I checked the quality, and the weight but I did extract my one kilo out of 40. when I slit the kilo wrap, I used a special two spoon prong I had made. I shoved it in to the middle of the 2.2 lbs. and removed an ounce or so. Then I replaced it with a fine baby ex-lax powder to keep the weight. The customers were use to my tape and funny check mark, so it was always fine. The heroin was Pharmacy grade anyway, (92% to 97% pure) so as to never miss a double spoon full that was replaced with powder. The loads were still hospital pharmacy grade, as we said in the trade! I got my ,almost a free kilo of pure, then I stepped on it 3 times to make 3 light, street kilo's for myself. I always had my personal customer who bought the stuff at a bargain price for the time. It was pure profit for me and he could step on it one more time, maybe one and a half more and street sell. That was not my business. I kept all the crap out of Albany County for my duration involved, until I signed contracts with the IRS-CID in 1987. That is another News Blog also!----- The hit was to go down soon, but I did not know exactly when. My guns were in Canada, at the lake. I was doing a lot of traveling back and forth to Saratoga in August because of the Race Track, and I still went home, 2 nights a week, to be with a family situation. It made me relaxed. I finally told my mother, Elizabeth McEachin from Waterville Quebec, Canada that I might not be home for 10 days. She asked why and I said I was going to Vegas and I would call her nightly. She smiled and said, "Always call your mother" and I laughed. I was her only child and I always called her at least once every day and one half. She knew that and would smile. This hit Plot on Pierre Trudeau, was never told because my sainted mother did not want it told in her lifetime. It was not, and I kept her with me, at home, until her death in April 2007 at 96 years old. I did not let her go to a nursing home. She was a great mother and I only wish I could still have her with me. My son and I miss her. My son, is my only blood offspring, and I love him also. He has one child also. So Now Lets Get To The Hit, or to speak, the No Hit, Hit! The commission, in the mid-west, caught wind of Meyers Plan through someone I will never know! I dealt with so few, because the boys did not want me compromised by big mouths! The go-between finally found me in Plattsburgh and just told me that the Commission wants me to go home. NOW! I knew this man to be very serious and I had met him a few times in the mid-west. He had been in our world at least 30 years, and had a senior place in the syndicate. He said, to keep Meyers money, also! There would be more coming. The Big Man was pissed off and would settle things with Meyer for me. Because he knew the entire plan, I got out of town immediately. I just went home. I would return for my new guns next month. The cold weather was coming to Canada and I would not be coming back except to clean up! I knew to keep out of Meyers way for a few weeks. I was new and really did not know the extent to which the commission would let the old man go. I found out that very soon. I got a call at my mothers home, to go to the airport and pick up tickets for Chicago. I did just that! When I got to Chicago by American Airlines, I think, it was American, I was met by a man I had metonly once! He drove me to a warehouse where I entered. I had no fear, since I had not done any rule breaking! I went into the new mobile home that was set upinside as an office. Mr. Brown was sitting inside with an older man. (Note for the reader,-I will always use the AKA, Tony Brown, for the boss, he liked the handle and since he has passed away, I shall continue to show respect for him, as if he were still alive) Tony motioned me to sit down. I just kept quiet. When you don't know what a boss is thinking, keep your mouth shut! "Michael, I understand that you were going to kill everyone in Canada." "I also understand that Meyer ordered you to hit Trudeau and Castro." "Do you understand that I know everything, even though you were 1500 miles away." I said "Yes Tony", and stayed silent. Tony said he was not mad at me because he was proud of my fearlessness. He was, on the other hand, furious at Meyer for being reckless. "Michael, you do know that even if you got Trudeau, you couldn't have taged Castro." "Castro travels with 500 body guards and the entire Canadian Air Force and their SAS would have been out in force for a State Funeral" "I respect your duty and your eagerness to avenge us for Cuba, but you would have been killed or worse, captured." "I want you to go home and have fun playing around that hick upstate New York you love and you got Vermont and New Hampshire Officially now!" "I want you to keep me on the up on Meyer from now on, we have killed enough Presidents in this century and I want no more mistakes." " Meyer will be told that you just got another stripe from us." "This will piss him off but without me, he would already have been killed." "Lansky made me and our entire organization a lot of money over the years, and he ran to Israel rather than get immunity and have to either talk, or spend the rest of his life in jail without a trial." He will be told that you did what he told you but now you must be asked and consulted with on big deals." " I also want you to keep an eye on Paul for me. He is bringing in Sandy R. for some big deal in Schenectady, and I don't like them using nobodies to front." I told Tony that I did not know Sandy but heard of him. I said it was better that I never meet him since I did not like to rat on Paul. "Michael," said Tony, "You are not ratting on Paul, you are saving his life." My Teamsters are important to us and your local should be important to you. You give DiCocco and Robolotto a fair share of your hi-jacking don't you?" I said "Yes. 15 % each, on large loads." " I think Paul has his bet before I even get the stuff unloaded. "Robolotto and I are not close, we just say hello and I give Paul his end." Tony just laughed. " Michael, just keep an eye on this downtown redevelopment for me, I think the use of big full bids is coming by Government and I would like to get you and Paul involved in Pennsylvania Cities." I thanked Tony for his protection and friendship. He just smiled and told me to go right back to the airport and get right back on the next flight. I was never to hang around Chicago. He had met me through Ralph Capone and Ralph Carpenter, and would use me alone for his wishes. He would never allow me to hang around any joints or wise guys from the Mid-West. I was his "good boy" and I would always stay under the Lansky Flag ,even when there was really none left, after Meyer died! I flew right back and had only a few weeks to myself when I was shocked at the next mountain to fall on me! On to the next Political Hit, and boy was this one over the top! Sincerely bigmikecraft

The Way To Canada, And the Hits On Trudeau And Castro!

2009-09-29T12:37:00.000-07:00

In the summer of 1974, a bag was passed to me from a friend of ours. He was a member of an aligned group in the mid-west. It contained one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The first tied bunch contained $95,000.00, and the other, just shy of $55000.00. I asked what this was for and was told the story. Paul DiCocco had mentioned how upset Meyer had always been, since the Cuba expulsion. He had been with Meyer since 1950 in Saratoga Springs, N.Y. Paul had been acting underboss for Carmine Galante in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, after the Bononno War in the middle 50's. Paul was Meyer's Valet in Saratoga County Jail, for Meyer's famous 90 day jail sentence, for operating 11 casinos, illegal baseball betting and the punch boards. The joke sentence was arranged by my fathers partner Art Kirwin and Dan O'Connell. My father was new to the firm of Solomon, Kirwin, and Craft but had worked for Meyer fixing the outcome of Labor Dept. Hearings in the Catskills. Paul's reward for his jail work was the expulsion of Dan O'Connell from Schenectady and all north. Paul was also given Teamsters Local 294 and his friend Nick Robolotto placed as President. Those two made 50 plus million off that union and never hurt it. They used it as a bank for construction projects and repaid the money at low interest rates. I was always impressed that they did not rob that pension fund. So Here I was with this stupid paper bag of money, waiting for the story (street vernacular for crime explanation). The story was that Paul was right! Meyer had flipped! He wanted me to go to Canada and shoot the Prime Minister, Pierre Elliot Trudeau. I actually laughed and said "When do I board the the Moon rocket." He laughed, but said that Meyer had found out how good I was with a gun. He told me Meyer was mad at my father for not telling him that he was a national pistol champion in the depression days, and that he had taught me since the age of 5 years old. I told my associate that Paul had known this, and since he was senior, I took it for granted. I was not as good with a 22 Caliber automatic as my father but I was a sharpshooter with a rifle, in many calibers. Meyer now new this, plus the fact that I had lived in Canada until the age of 13 1/2, every spring & summer and was used to crossing the borders, plus use to the people. I said "aah," and smiled. I did ask if I had any appeal. I was told "NO." So I, at the age of 26, was about to go to another country to kill it's President, although they called him Prime Minister. I did not like the way Trudeau had handled the civil war in 1970. And I did not like the way he was Fidel Castro's best friend. It appears that Trudeau was not the only target. Fidel Castro was to be hit at the State Funeral for Trudeau. Now, that one I would come to be worried about, especially since it would be so close to me popping Trudeau. I knew that I could get Trudeau as long as I kept my golden rule, "let the target come to you." I would hit him with no problem, in his home town, Montreal, not the capital Ottawa! I proceeded to say just once, if you see Meyer, tell him he owes me more money. This price is not even good enough for Trudeau. I know I am a new member but, I should not be disrespected like this. I will do the pop, but under financial protest. Don't say anything, just deliver the message when this thing is over. I took my lousy $150,000.00, and walked away. I drove home and tightly wrapped the large bills, the 50's and hundreds. I asked my mother if she would put this envelope, in her safe Deposit Box, at her bank. She looked at me and said, "do you have problems coming up?" I just said "No." I told her I had to go to Canada for a business deal and if I got killed in a car accident, she should keep the money. She laughed and said "sure." I drove her to the bank and she boxed $120,000.00 in a legal envelope. I kept the loose $30,000.00 for expenses. I would demand at least another $50,000.00 later. I prepared to do my shopping list. I had to close (real estate close) on my bar "The Road House" in Rotterdam, N.Y. I had sold it to a black corporation, run by some very fine gentleman, some of whom I went to school with. They were paying me cash, but I had to grease the local ABC board head to clear the license. It cleared, because all the men were not felons. It was on the 4th of August that the Bar closed at State Bank of Albany. I got paid in full, and gave all my creditors their money the next day. I paid off the note at Schenectady Trust Company and received a new credit line from my friend Jack Miller, the VP. I now prepared to leave for Canada, and prepared to kill the Prime Minister. I was going to use Plattsburgh as my staging area. I had dated a nice school teacher/barmaid named Alice Mosey. She was very hot but had 4 kids. I still liked her, and would stay on the US side of the border at night. The way I worked, I only did the day! Alice was at the Plattsburgh Holiday Inn, and I would occasionally stay there. It would be a short affair, but a good one! She was a great girl. I now needed to get my guns and new barrels together. I must be perfect on this one. every one in the world would be watching from a later point, and I sure did not want to be caught! Next, The set up in Canada! Sincerely, bigmikecraft, PS, I will go to Canada,and set up!

The Beginning Of The Assassination Process,My Early Life With My Father

2009-09-28T11:53:00.000-07:00

It was the summer of 1973 and I had just gotten my stripes in the Lansky Group. Everyone thought Meyer was all done but Meyer knew he wasn't! All of a sudden, I went from running money from one place to the other, including my own drug money, to settling down in my bar business and my hi-jacking business. Most of the fools in America went by the fact that Meyer Lansky had lost all his money in Cuba. That was true of Cuba, and the Castro Government's treatment of Meyer, BUT, Meyer still had his percentages in Las Vegas, the Southern (south central) areas and a few islands. He also got a small package every 6 months from England. All the so called writers in America, from then until now, always say "Meyer Lansky was broke!" He was never broke, but he did loose his entire life savings, from crime, in Havana, Cuba in 1960. Meyer also lost all the buildings, the cash in and the future cash out. As the last Lansky, I would like Raul Castro to pay me the money his brother stole! That is another story. Now that I had my stripes both in Miami and the mid-west, through our friend Tony Brown, I could go where ever I chose and do almost as I pleased. My father had worked for Meyer since 1949, when he met Mr. Lansky in Saratoga Springs N.Y., during Flat Track August. My father had met Meyer at the track. Doc Farone was aquanted with my dad and he introduced them. Meyer asked Bill, my father, what he did and my father told him he was a stenographer for the N.Y.S. Workmans Compensation Board. Meyer told my father they would speak later (so I was told by my father, since I was 1 year old). Later that day ,at Docs request, Meyer and my father had a sandwich together. Meyer asked Bill if he would do a few favors for some of Meyer's friends in the Catskills. My dad said "Yes". Apparently that Yes led to My father being appointed to the Supreme Court in 1952, in Ulster County by Meyer's friend, and County Boss ,Van Haver. Van, was the Republican Boss of Ulster County and also got pieces of Gambling in the region, because of Meyer. My dad was a fixer and made his bones with legal fixes, on the old Combination's behest! Since Dan O'Connell hated my father up in Albany, but needed a Democrat appointed in Kingston, N.Y., Van Haver, and Dan O'Connell traded appointments. That was the way it was. It started a nicer life for me and my mother. My father kept a home in Canada for my mothers summers, he gave my mothers sister money for their farm, and he joined a country club. It was not the best Country Club, because the lawyers and their friends did not want to get to chummy with Dad, but it was a great golf course, with a pool. I had a good 10 years there, and in Canada from 1953 to 1963. I wanted to play sports in the 60's, so I no longer went to Canada for the summer. I went to Basketball camp in August and played on the Country Club golf team all summer long, and swam on the swim team! It was great. I had no idea that our better life including their two, two week golf vacations in Florida came from Meyer. Dad's job only paid $15,000.00 per year plus his cases sold. The other Thirty Grand came from Meyer and the boys. Dad fixed cases for money and that was the way it was up until 1975 in New York. In 1975 the Judicial Commission was in full control. Dad was A republican appointee and was worried on the loss of Malcom Wilson, his friend. Dad had turned down the senior stenographer at the N.Y.S. Senate to keep his light schedule in the Courts. He regretted it at retirement. He was a horse bettor and golf gambler, so he regretted not getting the higher paying state job in the senate. Dad did drink and told me he liked the 10 hours a week in actual court. When he wanted to squeeze a lawyer in a case, he knew he was the final say in testamony. I need not say more. This court case fixing, for the old guys in the rackets, lead to them picking me up when I was in College. I guess they wanted to keep my father close by hiring his only son! It apparently worked because My dad did get $100,000.00 in a paper bag when he retired. I know, I delivered it in the fall of 1979. That made him happy, but my mother did not know of it. He gave her, as always, the complete social security checks and the retirement check. He was on a budget now, and would have to watch his money. He actually invested in a bar with me. All this background is to make you understand that even people not carrying guns, running a loan shark business, operating bookmaking, hi-jacking, engaged in union racketeering, Drugs, etc., could be gangsters in their own right. In Saratoga Springs N.Y., there was a man I previously mentioned, Doc Farone. Doc was born in 1900 and worked for Arnold Rothstein, Joe Masseria, and the Whitney Com-Bine, plus was Joe Kennedy's partner in some booze business in prohibition. Doc ran the Molsen and home grown beer and booze in the region and shared with Joe Kennedy, who had the scotch. The Kennedy's still get 5 cents per bottle for every bottle of Scotch wiskey sold in America each year. The point I am going to make is that Doc Farone was a gangster, a small 5'4" gangster who is still worshipped even today, in the Italian American Saratoga Society. I am up there each summer myself, have owned restaurants there and know. I am not society because they classify me as a killer/real gangster, even though I have never been convicted of a crime, after 28 arrests. My father took care of that. This example goes to my father, the Honorable William A. Craft esq. Dean of the N.Y.S.Supreme Court Stenographers, and evidence clerk through 1970, and a partner in Solomon, Kirwin, and Craft. Nice title for a white collar mobster. Dan O'Connell, the Honorable Democratic Albany County Chairman, was in reality a gangster who controlled all beer, all bars, all gambling, all prostitution and all political jobs in upstate N.Y. until 1977, when he died. He use to run gambling to Syracuse, down to the Pennsylvania border east of Binghamton, and over to Kingston. He refused to go to see Meyer in Saratoga County Jail during Meyer's 90 day stay, so Meyer took everything away from Dan ,except Albany County. How you ask? By ordering Albert Anastasia to tell him so. That was it or die. What I am trying to tell you is that things are not always as they seem. Meyer Lansky was not broke after Cuba, Chicago ran the nation, not New York, my father liked to think he was an officer of the court, but he and his firm were legal gangsters for short money. It was my father who fixed the "Johnny Dio Case in the early sixties!" Dan 'OConnell was not a politician, he was a gangster. All the cops in Albany were on Dan's payroll, because that is the way it was. History is History, so deal with it. As I start telling you of my first International Assassination Plot, I wanted you, my readers, to understand that I was a white collar kid, from a white collar home, with a professional Nurse as a mother, (nursing school) and a business school graduate father, who was a civil servant, but a sometimes corrupt one!" I was in the Junior College of Albany and on the basketball team when first approached. I worked part time at the Frat House Night Club, a club I would buy 9 years later. The following discriptions of assassination plots, with 3 paid for, will probably make you mad, but it was my job as a General National NCS & Lansky Group Member. It was my job! I made good money off unions controlled by Meyers friends. I made good money in the international Drug Trade on the Canadian Border, and I owned too many bars. Two of the bars I had, I had to keep my real life quiet because they were both with bad partners. I drove small cars, but new once or twice a year. I dressed well but not too well and only wore one, 3 carat diamond ring. I lived small, but when anyone needed money, I reached in my pocket! The year was 1974 now, My life long friend and business partner Tony Scaringe was gone. He jumped ship to live with a girl who was our cocktail waitress. I got all the bills, and he got married. I hold him no ill will. It was a blessing in burlape as the farmers say. As soon as Tony was gone, I got word that I was getting my stripes (1973). I was happy. In the year 1974 Meyer Lansky, commanding a few people to take me aside, ordered me to kill the Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, in order to get Fidel Castro (Trudeau's best friend) out of Cuba, to a Canadian State Funeral (for Trudeau). I was just surprised, but prepared! I was the new made kid on the block, I wanted to please, even though this was a big hit, maybe too big. I knew that I could get Trudeau because the RCMP, their national Police Force was incompetent! It was Fidel Castro that I feared to make mistakes on. In the next blog, I shall detail the complete hit process, completely managed by me, and carried out to the last second by me! See you in a minute, Sincerely bigmikecraft