THE TELLING OF THE OBSCENE ANTICS of the Fat Wallet Mob is not easy because it blends the foul conduct of bullies with the often-comic antics of bit players around them. Sometimes the details are shocking as to how the lowlife’s of our society feed parasitically upon innocent investors and business people, then, when threatened with exposure, lash out at whatever they see as the weakest links. They use fiscal threats, restraining orders, writs for damages and every legalistic device, known to el shonko lawyers, to tie up the assets of their enemies. They target their opponents’ families to raise the anxiety and stress levels so that such opponent’s are diverted from detailing the activities of these bottom-feeding sharks.
Then, in the midst of the swill swims an agent of influence of the Mob, mostly unware that he is doing the bidding of a criminal cabal. He cruises on by, doing the Australian Crawl, adding to the mayhem and distress but often in a beguiling and humorous sequence of lunacy. So, this story and others dealing with the Fat Wallet Mob as illustrative of The Fifth Estate, swing on the pendulum of life: often funny, sometimes deadly serious. As Hebrew speakers and backpackers over a beer often toast from the back of the throat as though about to expectorate, “L’chaim,” To Life; so it was equally well said in the Australian idiom by Our Ned Kelly, Such is Life, just as the Jacks pulled the lever for the last long drop.