Originally posted by azdad1978
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Police in Hampton Township, Mich., were digging for Jimmy Hoffa yesterday. An informant who's been right before said Hoffa (or maybe parts of him) was under an above-ground swimming pool in some suburban back yard near Bay City, 100 miles from where he was last seen.
After six hours the diggers came up empty. But suppose they'd found him? Do we really want that?
Obviously the family of the long-missing-and-presumed-dead Teamsters union president would like to know what happened to him, as would several generations of detectives and a good portion of the FBI. After all, you're not supposed to get away with the act of disappearing people, and Hoffa hasn't been seen since July 30, 1975, when some party or parties unknown apparently made him an offer he couldn't refuse.
He probably wasn't worried about his safety. True, he'd served prison time for jury tampering and was closer to the mob than scungilli to marinara sauce. But he insisted he wasn't a crook, and he'd been officially pardoned by Richard Nixon, who as we know wasn't a crook either.
So why should he worry about leaving a parking lot near Detroit for a meeting with two guys named Anthony Provenzano and Anthony Giacalone, who may or may not have been a couple of wiseguys? He probably wasn't even wearing his Saint Anthony medal.
The point is that some things in life, like the whereabouts of Jimmy Hoffa and the existence of the Loch Ness Monster, just to name two, should remain a mystery. We need them floating around out there in our imagination, to provide evidence of the uncertainty of life, not to mention material for Jay Leno.
Obviously we want to find Saddam Hussein and Osama bin Laden and those weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. But Jimmy Hoffa is different. Isn't it better imagining him entombed and/or dispersed beneath the end zone of Giants Stadium in the Meadowlands of New Jersey?
FROM THE WASHINGTON POST
