CEO, Parisian Family Office. Began Wall Street 1982. Drexel Burnham Lambert alum. Founded investment firm, Native American Advisors, '95. White Earth Chippewa, raised on reservations. Conservative. NYSE/FINRA arbitrator. Pureblood, clot-shot free. In a world on a social media dopamine binge, he trades from GHOST RANCH on the Yellowstone River in MT, TN farm, PAMELOT or CASA TULE', his winter camp in Los Cabos, Mexico. Always been, will always be, an optimist. Answer to no one.

Saturday, January 11, 2025

As Jerry Doyle would have said, "TWISTED"

I remember when my Mother had a stroke during open heart surgery and became a vegetable for 8 years.  The unnecessary padding of the medical bills, paid for by insurance were in the millions.

I remember the last few months of my father's life.  The amount of drugs and procedures were mind-boggling.  All in the name of the almighty dollar.

The longer I am alive the more fear I have of medical advice from a physician.

Look around at all your tribe.  Look at the drugs dispensed, the "come back in a couple weeks" visits, the unnecessary procedures, and the money grab from the insurance companies.

Sick.

Insane.  


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