150 Years for Madoff

The book has finally been thrown at Bernard Madoff. 150 years worth of books, to be exact. First of all, I want to sincerely and wholeheartedly say something eloquent about the situation from the heart: F*ck that George Washington quarter side-profile having, greedy, heartless, sinister son of a gap toothed bowlegged whore with rabies. The judge should have given the defrauded investors the opportunity to form a line, walk up and take one good swing at Madoff before he goes to prison.

I’ll refrain from making any tasteless prison ass rape jokes about this situation, because I already called the man’s mother a bowlegged gap toothed whore with rabies. I’ll just let prison take care of itself. I hope the judge is so upset that he keeps that Bill Mahr haircut wearing old fellow in the general population with people who turned to a lives of crime thanks to getting their savings stolen from them.

Too bad the victims will never get their money back. I say that they should make a reality show where each week, ponzi scheme victims run through the Madoff’s estates, and grab as much stuff as they can.  You could call it “Redemption Riot,” or “I Paid For This Damned Sh*t!”

If I were NBC, ABC or Fox, I’d be contacting the FBI in an effort to make that happen!