For perhaps the first time in his life, Bernie Madoff was telling the truth: he really did die.
Bernard Madoff, the notorious architect of an epic securities fraud that burned thousands of investors, outwitted regulators and earned him a 150-year prison sentence, died in federal prison early Wednesday. He was 82…. Last year, Madoff’s lawyers filed court files to try to get him out of prison over the coronavirus pandemic. He said he suffered from end-stage kidney disease and other chronic conditions. The request was refused….
His death was due to natural causes, a person familiar with the matter told The Associated Press.
Others have fought for his crown as king of the Ponzi schemes, but none has ever challenged the undisputed master of form in sentence, style, or scale, nor in his masterly nonchalance and expressiveness. If his Lou Gehrig ever has a Cal Ripken, we’ll wait at least that long. Perhaps it will last to the end of the sentence, which he will never finish in 2159 after Biden’s hyperinflation grossed $ 65 billion, if anything, a few hundred thousand dollars. Surely, his style won’t be seen until the Mets he so loved and cheated on are masters of baseball again, a title he’ll be rightly entitled to posthumously after helping flushing out the Free the Wilpons Scourge.
But for the moment he leaves no successor, except perhaps in the court of the Federal Correctional Institution Butner Medium, where the great man was given the respect he deserved and ruled the Madoff gang.
For who could keep such confidence, such audacity, such audacity, even in shame? Who could play the SEC so humiliatingly? What other man with his figure could pull off a belly button ring? Could live in a house like this?
Nobody, that’s who. Get some rest in Ponzi, Bernie.
The Ponzi schemer Bernie Madoff dies in prison at the age of 82 [AP]