I know we all have our collective panties in a bunch over the Ponzi scheme du jour but there are bigger issues on hand, and you god damn well know it. The fact that we've been going on and on and on about the so-called Madoff "victims" while the biggest victim of all suffers, about to stand trial, not knowing what his fate will be is truly sickening. And completely unmelodramatically, makes me lose all faith in humanity. As coincidence has it, he, like those with whom Madoff made off, is a Jew. That's really neither here nor there as it relates to this particular struggle, but I just thought I'd mention so we're clear that this man, this saint, is no stranger to strife, whether or not you people can get it up to care.
I'm speaking of Steve Cohen, of course, and his ongoing struggle to add a measly few feet to his remarkably restrained in size Greenwich home. It seems last month's presentation to the town Planning and Zoning Commission to plead the big guy's case was postponed. It is unclear why (anti-Semitism), though the not so silent adversity from people wanting to begrudge the BG of a little happiness in the form of what we hear is a room devoted exclusively to the playing of Candyland is both palpable and saddening, especially since it's been whispered that the BG was planning on inviting employees, both vital and expendable* over to play in lieu of bonuses this year. For their sakes and his, we hope that tomorrow, someone in Greenwich has a heart.
Earlier: Fat, Idle Fingers Are The Devil's Workshop
*more on this later!