Mob BossGlory

Well, yeah, the Mob Boss gets the glory. Whacking a rival family’s pesky capo? Getting the majority of Teamsters to fall into line with what he demands? Glorious, doll, glorious. Knowing that you’ve got a hundred guys and their families working for you, respecting you, loyal only to you? Say it again: Glorious, sugar, glorious.

And what about when the evidence is stacked against you, when the feds have you on money laundering, hijacking, and even the murder of a rival family’s underboss?

Where’s the glory there, Guido? Ah, the glory is when you walk out of the courtroom a free man because the jury simply cannot (and be sure, will not) convict you. That is the sweetest glory of all, strolling out of the courthouse waving at the prosecutors and the judge.