Tough Talk from Teamsters Chief Sean O’Brien a Bunch of Hot Air
When Chromedome O’Brien went back to DC this week, Mullin called him out on the insulting tweets and basically threatened to give him a knuckle sandwich.
Tough guys don’t tweet.
At least they don’t tweet threats – for obvious reasons. The old saying applies: Never let your mouth write a check your rear-end can’t cash.
Sean O’Brien, the pinky-ring Teamster thug out of Local 25 in Charlestown, obviously didn’t get the memo. Which is why he has been be-clowning himself for months now with these empty insults against Sen. Markwayne Mullin of Oklahoma, like this one from June:
“Greedy CEO who pretends like he’s self made. In reality, just a clown & fraud. Always has been, always will be. Quit (sic) the tough guy act in these senate hearings. You know where to find me. Anyplace, Anytime (sic) cowboy.”
O’Brien, now the national capo di tutti pinky rings, tweeted that after he tangled with Mullin at a hearing in March. Mullin asked the question that even those of us who spent decades (against our wills) in unions always wanted to ask the fat thugs running our locals:
“What job have you created – one job?” Mullin asked. “Other than sucking the paycheck out of somebody else?”
The truth hurts, especially if you believe that having a shaved head makes you a hard guy. So when Chromedome O’Brien went back to DC this week, Mullin called him out on the insulting tweets and basically threatened to give him a knuckle sandwich.
So Cueball O’Brien started whining, “Let’s have coffee.” Perhaps he finally realized that “cowboy” used to be a mixed martial arts fighter. And O’Brien – who flaunts his “SOB” initials on Twitter/X – sniveled to a Democrat operative with a press pass that Mullin “started it.”
What is this, a schoolyard shoving match?
Fake tough guys like O’Brien come in several varieties. First, you have the total frauds like Joe Biden – “Corn Pop was a bad dude!”
Then you have second-hand tough guys, who regard themselves as being somehow connected to real wiseguys. This describes O’Brien – his late daddy Billy was once named in a federal indictment for renting a getaway car for a Charlestown armored-car-robbing crew that murdered two guards in a 1994 heist in Hudson NH.
The old man was never charged, but the G-men busted into his house and grabbed $50,000 in cash. It’s been speculated that SOB’s thug father worked for the feds as a rat, which makes sense. That Code of Silence in Charlestown, like everywhere else, was a bunch of bleep.
Plus, O’Brien is a bigtime Democrat. And you can’t spell Democrat without “rat.”
So SOB always got to brag to his suburban high school classmates about his old man being a Townie wiseguy. Big deal. How’d that Mob thing work out for the Hughes family, or the McLaughlins, or the Murrays, or the Does…?
There’s another way you can spot a fake tough guy. They’re surrounded by thugs who handle the wet work for him. That fits SOB to a tee.
If you’re a real tough guy, your reputation precedes you. A lawyer in a Miami mob trial once asked hitman Johnny Martorano if he was a “tough guy.”
“That’s not for me to say,” Martorano replied.
SOB once got suspended from his six-figure thug job after he went down to Rhode Island and threatened some local dissidents with a harangue out of “On the Waterfront:”
“Anyone who takes on my friend… they’ve got major problems. They’ll never be our friends. They need to be punished. They need to be punished and they need to be held accountable for their actions.”
The dissidents were rolling tape when he spit it out, with lots of spittle. So SOB was left with the usual alibi of a big-mouth fake tough guy – he had used a “poor choice of words.”
Next time keep your yap shut, pal. You’ll be a lot better off. And don’t make any empty threats, especially not in public. The guy who set up the Chicago Outfit before Al Capone was named Johnny Torrio. If Torrio had a beef with somebody, this was the first thing he told them:
“We don’t want any trouble.”
But SOB does want trouble, because 1) he’s a hot-tempered moron, and 2) somebody else is going to do the dirty work for him.
Remember the “Top Chef” trial? The PBS series was filming in Milton without the usual thug contingent from Local 25, when O’Brien was the capo of the brotherhood.
It was the usual Teamster bleepshow. Tires slashed, gays called “pickles,” telling the female host she was a “whore” and threatening to break her “pretty little face.”
The feds indicted some of the plug-uglies who surround SOB (including the grandson of an old Mob hitman named Suitcase Fidler) but they beat the rap. In the halls of justice, the only justice is in the halls.
O’Brien is 51, too old to learn any new tricks. I’m sure he’ll continue making a fool of himself. That’s just what fake tough guys do.
Did anyone ever tell O’Brien that a real wiseguy doesn’t threaten anybody, he just does whatever he’s going to do?
I wrote a book about Martorano – Hitman, still available at amazon. He pleaded guilty to 19 murders. Every time he’d tell me about one of the killings, I’d ask him if the victim had had any last words. You know, like “You dirty rat!” or “Top o’ the world, Ma!” Like in an old Warner Brothers gangster movie with James Cagney.
Finally, about the 12th time I asked Martorano the last-words question, he just shook his head.
“You watch too many movies,” he said. “Nobody says anything. You just do it.”
Unless, of course, you’re a fake tough guy. Like SOB.
