CEO, Parisian Family Office. Began Wall Street in '82. Founded investment firm, Native American Advisors, '95. White Earth Chippewa. Raised on reservations. Conservative. NYSE/FINRA arbitrator. Drexel Burnham alum. Pureblood, clot-shot free. In a world elevated on a tech-driven dopamine binge, he trades from GHOST RANCH on the Yellowstone River in MT, TN farm, PAMELOT or CASA TULE', the family winter camp in Los Cabos, Mexico. Always been, will always be, an optimist.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Why I get pissed at the grocery, don't you too?

I don't mind standing in line at the grocery store watching (invariably) a women in front of me buying alot of food. And paying for that nutritious food with food stamps.

What irks me to no end is her lover/boyfriend/father of her children stepping in behind and buying all the beer, wine and cigarettes with cash.

Fair? Equitable? Honest? Right?

Not a chance.

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