I grew up with FBI agents in our house. Mom fed them weekly it seemed. There was no restaurant in Mandaree and 68 miles to where they were headed. Supper was usually ready for them before they left the reservation and I doubt few of them ever had eaten such wonderful sharptail grouse, venison and bison.
My Dad would be rolling over in his grave if he knew how few FBI agents are proud of the maggots who are at the helm of their institution. Whatever that number is, I would bet my hunting rifle it is half the number from a couple of years ago.
Amazing how low the scum has gotten in what was once an elite crew of top law enforcement.
Retired CEO of CHIPPEWA PARTNERS, Native American Advisors, Inc., now CEO of the Parisian Family Office. A White Earth Chippewa, Dean helped Native Americans for decades. Raised conservative, began Wall Street career in 1982, met game changer William O'Neil in 1984. In a world on a dopamine, hypomanic binge, this is his take on financial chicanery, political crime and life well lived at their Ghost Ranch in MT or Pamelot, the Parisian's TN farm.