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BASED ON THE TRUE STORY OF THE VIETNAM VET WAR HERO, KNOWN AS THE “AMERICAN GANGSTER” WHO RAN A COVERT CIA OPERATION AND EMERGED AS VIETNAM’S ‘OSKAR SCHINDLER’

A great historical fictional work on ‘Vietnam’s mobbed-up late 1960s – 1970s Saigon, Pearl of the Orient, Vietnam, “American Gangster – Operation Beaucoup Dinky Dau”

In the best-selling tradition of the world’s master historical fiction storytellers, Mario Puzo’s, “The Godfather”; Tim O’Brien’s “The Things They Carried”; Winston Groom’s Forrest Gump; Victor Hugo’s, “Les Misérables”; Leo Tolstoy’s “War and Peace”; Norman Mailer’s, The Naked and The Dead; Gore Vidal’s Lincoln: A Novel; and Graham Greene’s “The Quiet American”

Steve Murphy, Network TV and Documentary Film Producer, Writer, and Combat Vietnam Veteran, tells the extraordinary story of a never before told, top secret covert CIA operation, known only as “OPERATION BEAUCOUP DINKY DAU”, that served as the unofficial covert Logistics operation to the CIA’s Phoenix Montagnard fighters, fighting the North Vietnamese forces during 1968-1973.

“This I-can’t-believe-it’s-not-fiction” tale has it all: a Marlboro- Man handsome Vietnam War Hero, a parade of impossibly gorgeous women, sex, spies, copious quantities of booze, drugs, and enough violence to take Arnold Schwarzenegger and his Terminator scriptwriters through several more sequels. It’s both a rip-roaring expose and harrowing.

It’s the story of the underbelly of the Saigon metropolis like few others. Corrupt Generals, shady Politicians, gangsters, prostitutes, bootleggers, opium addicts, jazz musicians, deserters, black marketeers, and your run of the mill criminals, murderers, thieves, and con artists….

Casting light on the Federal Government’s links with organized crime and how a highly decorated American MAT Team Advisor Vietnam Veteran, Johnnie Walker, known in Saigon, as “The America Gangster”, became Saigon’s most successful Criminal Mastermind, as well as the most influential “unofficial” Defense Attaché Office (DAO) “Contractor” to the CIA’s Phoenix Program, and the owner of the famous supper club and casino, “Beaucoup Dinky Dau”, and who had unparalleled connections leading all the way up to Vietnam’s Presidential palace and the CIA.

It’s a story most Americans have never heard of and shines a new and disturbing light on the role of the United States in the creation of communist Vietnam, and their treatment of the indigenous tribes that fought for the CIA’s Phoenix Program.

Johnnie Walker dominated Saigon’s War profiteering, Black Market, Money Laundering, and Drug Trafficking for all the major Vietnamese Crime Lords Generals in Saigon, as well as for South Vietnam’s President Nguyễn Văn Thiệu, and Air Marshall /South Vietnam’s VP, Nguyễn Cao Kỳ.

His astounding metamorphosis from criminal mastermind to Vietnam’s ‘Oskar Schindler’ began in 1968 when he discovers that Washington intends to abandon his friends and former MAT Team CIA Phoenix program Montagnards, “The Yards”, fighters that he’d fought side by side with as a MAT Team Advisor in Pleiku. He loved “The Yards” and the War Orphans the Yards took care of, and he was going to make sure he did the “Right Thing” for them.

It was an amazing turnabout for the once money-hungry Walker, because even though he did not begin his journey as a hero, by the time the war was winding down, he became one. He used his cunning to bend the system to help him and his over 600 Yards and 100 Orphans escape Vietnam. He was strong in the face of constant danger and double-cross, and he placed the well-being of The Yards and Orphans above his own well-being.

Based on real historical events, the suspense and intrigue of the story carries larger-than-life qualities and heightened reality. It’s about 90% historical basis and 10% creative license, but it adds up to 100% spellbinding story. It has more political intrigues, more suspense, more intense psychological analysis, and more technological know-how than anything Tom Clancy or Robert Ludlum could fantasize about.

And it has something else besides: It’s based on a true story, depicts the courage and shrewdness of an unlikely savior, a man who is a flawed mixture of hedonism and decency and who, in the presence of unutterable evil, transcends the limits of his own humanity, and the pragmatic triumph of good over evil, a triumph in eminently measurable, statistical, unsubtle terms.

Set in his adopted hometown, Saigon, Vietnam, where he spent over six years, American Gangster – Operation Beaucoup Dinky Dau, is the book that Steve Murphy has been building up to for his whole career. From its opening fusillade to its astonishing conclusion, it’s that rarest of literary creations: a book that combines spectacular elegance of craft with a kinetic wallop as fierce as the Monsoons and Tsunamis bringing torrential rains to the Pearl of the Orient.

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After a boy named Kimbo is kidnapped from the jungles of Africa while on his first hunt with his father, we learn of his journey through a book of recollections he wrote once he became a man, wherein he describes the life he’d led while in America as the slave of many masters. He eventually gains his freedom with the help of a minister who becomes his dearest friend. Let me encourage you to read the reviews on amazon or elsewhere, from those who’ve read it. The following is an excerpt from the award winning book, The Slave’s Diary.

“She stopped rocking and pulled the pipe from her mouth and held it in her wrinkled hand.

“Well, now, how do you s’pose you’re gonna eat it if ’n yer hidin’ in them there woods?”

Leaving the safety of the brush, I walked slowly up to the porch and told her my name.

“Hmmm. Rastus, is it? I like it. It’s a good strong name. I knew a Rastus once. A good man he was, an’ kind to animals too. Well, what are ya standin’ there like a lump fer? Come on up here and set fer a spell an’ tell me about yerself, Rastus.”

“Thank ya, kindly ma’am, don’t mind if I do.”

“You might jest as well call me Miss Owens. Evrabuddy else does.”

She patted the chair next to her and told me to sit for a while and talk with her.

“So tell me about yerself, young feller.”

I told her my story, and I mean everything. Well, almost everything. I told her about how I was a boy when I came to America from Africa, and then about Jed an’ Miss Kassie, and all about the Masters I had. But I didn’t tell her anything about Lizbeth ’cause it just didn’t seem like a good idea.

She seemed real interested when I talked about the draft horses I used to work with, and laughed when I told her some of the things that happened while I lived with Miss Kassie and Jed. But when I told her that I was a set-free man, she tipped her head and looked at me over top of her spectacles, almost as if to say out loud that I was a liar. I don’t know how she knew it, but I could tell that she knew. But instead of calling me out on it, she started to tell me about herself.

She was married for a long time to a man called Wilbur, but he died almost a year before from something called the pox.

“Tain’t been an easy road, son, but this homestead’s been paid for in bitter coin. If it wasn’t the Injuns, cold weather, or poor crops, there was always some kinda illness tryin’ to git us to move on. My man Wilbur was a fine man, Rastus, an’ I think he’d a liked you. Did I tell you Wilbur was a horse man jest like you? He’d go on an’ on about it, always talkin’ about raisin’ them dang horses and makin’ it big by sellin’ ’em to the rich folks in the Bay Colony. A course he never got around to it other than all the talkin’, but a man has to have his dream now, don’t he, Rastus?”

She stopped talking and looked at me as if waiting for me to speak.

“So tell me, young feller, what’s yer dream about?”

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure I even had a dream apart from being free, which I already lied and told her I was.

“I don’t reckon I have a dream Miss Owens. Leastwise, nothin’ I kin think of. An’ tha’s okay ’cause I don’t aspect a whole lot outta life other’n what I already got.”

She looked at me kinda serious like and told me that that was just crazy talk. Then she leaned her chair toward me and pointed that corncob pipe my way and shook it at me.

“Now you listen to me, Rastus, ’cause I’m an old woman an’ I know what I’m talkin’ about. If a body don’t want much outta this life, then by golly that’s usually all they’s ever gonna git! Not much! Now you got to reach down deep inside yerself an’ think on what makes ya happy. An’ what it is that makes ya happy that you ain’t got yet, well, that kin be yer dream. Can ya see what I’m sayin’, boy? A body hasta have dreams. It’s what keeps us goin’.”

She put the pipe between her lips again as I lowered my head and thought about what she said for a bit before saying anything. Her words made a lot of sense, and I thought about it hard for a few minutes more before a smile came onto my face.

“Well then, I has a dream, Miss Owens. I think I wants ta go home. Yes, that’s what I wants. I wants ta go back home to Africa someday.”

She pulled the pipe from her mouth and smiled at me.

“Now that’s a good dream to have, Rastus, a real good dream, an’ I hope ya git it one day. An’ soon too.”

She stood up after some effort and asked me if I’d like some of that apple pie. “For it goes to spoil,” she added…”

《90後躺平稅月》- 鮮為人知的稅務秘聞

「關於稅務並非只有填寫報稅表和交稅，稅務可能和空氣一樣無處不在」

● DSE學生選科應該選「BAFS」嗎?

● 大學要讀會計系嗎?

● 畢業後工作要如何報稅?

● 中小企老闆如何避免多交稅款?

● 有閒餘資金投資都會被徵稅嗎?

有關以上問題，不妨參閱《90後躺平稅月》

【《90後躺平稅月》主要分為三大部分】

第一部分以古今中外的稅務冷知識，以生動有趣的例子向讀者簡述稅務；

第二部分向讀者重點分享香港的稅務應用個案，令讀者能夠輕鬆了解香港稅務；

最後一部分簡介稅務對個人和企業財富之間的影響。

希望本書能夠提升讀者對稅務的認識和興趣，令更多讀者視稅務知識為日常讀物的一部分。

【《90後躺平稅月》作者簡介】

《90後躺平稅月》作者是一名90後特許稅務師、註冊會計師，並持有深圳前海稅務執業資格。從會計界「木人巷」辭職後開設「展群稅務有限公司」，眼見不少客戶對稅務都抱有負面的看法，作者希望提升讀者對稅務的興趣和認識而撰寫拙作。

【《90後躺平稅月》第一部分: 古今中外稅務冷知識】

1.「是非曲直苦難辯」稅種難分曲直?

2.「小賭怡情、大賭變首富誠?」- 博彩稅

3. 如果項少龍再次回到古代秦朝?

4. 有甚麼比單身更慘？

5. 錢債肉償 – 欠稅的後果

6. 打工皇帝

7. 明朝張居正 – 一條鞭法

8. 印花稅的由來

9. 永不加賦 – 清朝的盛世稅月

10. 飲「肥仔水」需要繳交「肥仔稅」?

11. 香港何時有薪俸稅

12. 香港納稅人約章 – 權利和義務

13. 提升股票印花稅能否帶旺股市和樓市?

14. 「避稅天堂」真的可以避稅嗎？

15. 「不患寡而患不均」 – 共同富裕計劃?

【《90後躺平稅月》第二部分: 香港稅務應用個案】

16. 網上商店 – 無所遁形

17. 老闆是時候要「賠償」我了！

18. 大叔的愛

19. 按揭貸款利息如何扣稅?

20. 中港兩地走

21. 手上有閒錢，買樓收租好定買股票、債券收息好?

22. 投資物業會否被徵利得稅?

23. 電影分為三級制、利得稅都有分級制度?

24. 僱主提供的房屋福利

25. 移民潮

26. 買車可退稅?

27. 工字為何不出頭?

28. 疫情下人人自危

29. HODL! 加密貨幣To The Moon!

30. 稅務局永遠對你有信心!

【《90後躺平稅月》第三部分: 中小企客戶借貸見聞】

31. 借貸是雙劍刃?

32. 中小企借貸的考慮?

33. 稅務貸款借定唔借?

34. 借貸能夠減稅嗎?

尚有其他有趣而實用的實用稅務個案會在《90後躺平稅月》分享

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the Dinosaur Apocalypse …

How did it all begin? That depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather—which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees—it didn’t take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn’t take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback—which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake—to change the face of the earth. Nor for the stories, some long and others short, some from before the maelstrom (and resulting societal collapse) and others after, to be recorded.

Collected herein are the stories in which Love mattered.

From Love in the Age of Reptiles:

There were six of them, as I said—all of whom rushed us the instant our feet touched the ground. All of whom snarled and charged us like wolverines as we raised our weapons and fired—the flare gun cracking and hissing, blanching the scarlet haze (for the sun had painted everything red and gold), its projectile punching through one of the raptors’ chests and lighting it up so that its ribs were backlit briefly and I could see, if only for an instant, its burning, beating heart.

Yet still they came, another one leaping at me even as I dropped the gun—which clattered against the planks—as I dropped it and grabbed the thing by its neck—then brought the knife down with my other hand and stabbed it between the eyes.

“Run!” I shouted, even as Amanda shot another—her second—and then bolted toward the shore, drawing the others so that I was able to snatch up the flare gun and quickly reload it; so that I was able to pursue them and to shoot one in the back—while Amanda turned and took out the last of them (shooting it in the head so that the back of its skull exploded like a spaghetti dinner thrown against the wall; so that it collapsed, writhing, about 10 feet in front of her—whereupon she quickly approached it and shot it again, just to be sure).

And then she looked at me (as the dead and dying animals lay all around us) and I looked back: our chests heaving; our faces covered in sweat, our worn clothes bloody and disheveled, and I knew that she knew—which was that today we were the predators, the thing needing to be feared—the killers. And that neither of us needed to worry; not about food or other predators or mysterious lights in the sky or anything. Because we were the masters of our fate, we and no one else, not even God. And we were the master of the world’s fate, too.

At which she ran to me and we collided and I held her fast, there on the long jetty in the Atlantic Ocean (in the Bermuda Triangle), there beneath a day moon and the blood-red sky, in an instant in which it was good, so very good, not to be afraid, not to be alone. And as to what may or may not have happened in those breaths, those pulse points between that moment and the next—the next day, the next search, the next milestone; as to that, I offer only a quote from Gandhi: “Speak only if it improves upon the silence.”

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Barry Richard Donadio is a native of New York who led an honorable career in the Volunteer Ambulance Service, Volunteer Fire Department, the Military, Law Enforcement, and the United States Secret Service. He was assigned to the White House to protect Presidents Bush and Obama. He also served in multiple Middle Eastern war zones during his career. In 2013, he authored the book ” TWA Flight 800 First Responder Witness Account”. This is his account describing his actions during the rescue of TWA Flight 800 on July 17th, 1996. In 2014 he was elected to the Queen Anne’s County Republican Central Committee in Maryland. He successfully completed his 4year term. January 2017, he was appointed the Sergeant at Arms of the Maryland Republican Party by the Honorable Dirk Haire. Donadio successfully completed a 2-year term as Sergeant at Arms of the MDGOP. Donadio continues to serve as the President of Public Security LLC. It is a high-profile private security and investigation firm that provides protection to high-risk clients in Maryland, New York, and dangerous overseas locations. Donadio is expected to publish his the second book “That Day When Hell Froze Over” by August 2019.

July 17th, 2016 UPDATE

Barry Donadio led events commemorating the 20 year anniversary of the downing of TWA Flight 800 on Long Island. The controversial crash occurred on July 17th, 1996. There are still many people with questions as to why the plane crashed. Most people were attending events to remember their loved ones and friends.

Mr. Donadio authored the book “TWA Flight 800 First Responder Witness Account”. The book was released in September 2013 and has been gaining more interest. The book is about his account of the evening the plane went down. He was an Emergency Medical Technician that responded to the scene of the rescue operations.

Donadio stated ” I felt that it was important to remember the victims of the tragedy on the 20th anniversary. I was happy to meet families of some of the victims. We turned the 20th anniversary of a horrible event, into a positive day for all those who attended.”

Mr. Donadio led victims families to the TWA Flight 800 Memorial in Shirley, New York as well as the TWA Flight 800 Memorials in East Moriches New York. With the cooperation of the U.S. Coast Guard Station in Moriches, he led the group to the Coast Guard station. The group was able to access the station while Mr. Donadio explained to the group what happened there on the night of July 17th, 1996.

More can be learned about Barry R Donadio on his LinkedIn and Facebook pages:

July 17th 2021 UPDATE

Barry Donadio was in New York to conduct a book signing in order to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the downing of TWA Flight 800. Donadio prays for the the victims as well as all those affected by this tragedy.