Parisian Family Office, CEO. Began Wall Street, 1982. Founded investment firm, CHIPPEWA PARTNERS, Native American Advisors. Active Trader. White Earth Chippewa Tribal member. Was NYSE/FINRA arb. Conservative, raised on Great Plains reservations. Pureblood, clot-shot free. In a world elevated on a dopamine binge, this is his take! Written from MT Ghost Ranch on the Yellowstone River, TN farm Pamelot or San Jose del Cabo, Mexico, CASA TULE'. Always been, will always be, an optimist.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Power of a Government Badge
The old rancher says, "Okay, but do not go in that field over there", as he points out the location.
The DEA officer verbally explodes saying, "Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me!" Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removes his badge and proudly displays it to the rancher. "See this badge? This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish.....on any one's land, at any time. No questions asked or answers given. Have I made myself clear? Do you understand?"
The old rancher nods politely and shakes his head. He apologizes rather softly and goes about his chores.
A short time later, the old rancher hears loud screams and sees the DEA officer running for his life chased close behind by the ranchers prized Angus bull. With every step the bull is gaining ground on the officer, and it seems likely that he'll get "horned" before reaching the safety of the fence. The officer is clearly terrified.
The old rancher throws down his tools, runs to the fence and yells at the top of his lungs....."Your badge, your badge, show him your badge!"