So best. The most excellent Rush and Molloy chronicle the beginning of a celebrity blood feud that is sure to land Paris Hilton, at the very least, in Victoria Gotti's column in Star Magazine, flayed.
"The battle of the blonds broke out the other day in Miami when Victoria brought her 'Growing Up Gotti' sons Carmine, 18, John, 17, and Frankie, 14, to the nightclub Mansion - specifically to meet their fellow reality TV star Paris.
"'Carmine has had the biggest crush on Paris,' Victoria explains to us.
"Shortly after arriving, the daughter of departed Teflon Don John Gotti sent over a beefy security guard to inform the hotel heiress that they would like the pleasure of her company.
"'Who the [bleep] are the Gottis?' a high-spirited Paris is said to have snapped."
Repeat after me: It's on ... it's on ... it's on like Gray Poupon!
"'I've helped that girl,' says Victoria, a Star magazine columnist. 'She came to me after her sex-tape scandal and I did a story where she got to defend herself.
"'Remember? Paris: I'm Not a Tramp!
"'For her to say she doesn't know me or my boys is ridiculous. And if she wants to say you don't know me, then at least be polite.'"
The story gets juicier as Lizzie Grubman stages a PR intervention.
One has to remember that the Gotti clan were never truants at the school of hard knocks. As you'll recall, Little John Gotti, then 10 years old, received a tongue lashing after a jailhouse visit to his pappy, Dapper John Gotti, Sr (no disrespect intended), taped conversation that appeared on The SmokingGun site (transcribed here by The Corsair):
"John Gotti, Sr: There's a good chance that you might go to school to become a lawyer, (his grandson) John, I hope so ...
"Victoria: No, daddy, he is going to become a lawyer.
"Lil' John (then, 10 years old): No, I'm not.Victoria: --Really?
"Lil' John: No I'm not (emphatic), I'm gonna be a basketball playa.
"John Gotti, Sr:-- You aint gonna be no basketball playa.
"Victoria: Don't get smart, smart aleck.
"Lil John: -- A Baseball playa.
"John Gotti, Sr: You aint gonna be a baseball playa or a basketball playa.
"Lil John: Of course I am.
"John Gotti, Sr: --Let me tell ya somethin'
"Victoria: He's being smart today.
"John Gotti, Sr: Let me tell ya somethin' --
"Lil John: You're gonna tell me what I want to be.
"John Gotti, Sr: Let me tell ya something about basketball playas and baseball playas. To be a good basketball playa or a baseball playa, first of all, you gotta to be a good liar. A good lowlife. And --
"Victoria: -- Take a lotta drugs.
"John Gotti, Sr: -- You gotta take steroids. You. Must. Take. Steroids. And anybody that takes steroids is a garbage pail.
"Lil John: Alright (inaudible)
"John Gotti, Sr: I don't care if you wanna be nothin' ... You'll get an ass kicking from me ... you'll never forget the ass kickin you get from me, you understand? .. I'll put my foot right up your ass ... I'm serious as cancer, boy."
Finally, Paris, I cannot fail to note this quote from Ken Hall's bio of Mrs. Gotti (no disrespect intended):
"Mrs. Gotti met her husband in 1960 -- when she was still Victoria DiGiorgio -- and the two were married on March 6, 1962. They went on to have five children: Angela, Frank, Victoria, Peter, John and Frank. Frank was only 12 when he was killed in a traffic accident near the family's home in Oyster Bay, N.Y. He shares the same crypt with his father.
"The circumstances surrounding the boy's death may provide some insight into the crime family culture. He was struck and killed by a neighbor, John Favara, who was on his way home from work. Frank was riding a friend's mini-bike around the neighborhood. What happened next, depending on who you want to believe, was either an intentional act of murder or a horrible twist of fate.
"According to one account, Favara's vision was impaired by the glare of the afternoon sun and a construction dumpster that was sticking out into the street. So when young Frank came zipping across the road, Favara never saw the boy and hit him by accident.
"But the other story says that Favara was speeding, ran a red light and hit Frank, perhaps on purpose. Favara went into a semi-seclusion after the accident, which the Gotti's interpreted as a lack of contrition or remorse on his part.
"Mrs. Gotti, understandably devastated over the loss of her son, decided to take matters into her own hands and attacked Favara with an aluminum baseball bat. She hit him numerous times and he was hospitalized, but did not press charges. The car was stolen and later recovered, with the word 'murderer' spray painted across the side.
"Favara received numerous death threats and finally decided to sell his house and move. Three days before the closing, he was abducted while leaving his job at a furniture warehouse. His body was never found, but sources say he was shot and clubbed to death. Then, his body was put into a barrel filled with cement, whereupon he was dumped into the ocean off Brooklyn. No arrests were ever made. The Gottis were vacationing in Fort Lauderdale at the time of the murder.
"Following Mr. Favara's disappearance, Mrs. Gotti was quoted as saying, 'I don't know what happened to him. I am not sorry if something did. He never sent me a sympathy card. He never apologized. He never even got his car fixed.'
"John Gotti's sentiments were similar. 'I don't know what happened but I'm not sorry if something did happen. He killed my kid.'"
Paris ... just apologize and go out to the clubs with the kid, better a night with Paris than a night with Jimmy Hoffa.
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