Manages Parisian Family Office. Began Wall Street, 82. Founded investment firm, Native American Advisors. Member, White Earth Chippewa Tribe. Was NYSE/FINRA arb. Conservative. Raised on Native reservations. 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, his TN farm, Pamelot or CASA TULE', his winter camp in Los Cabos, Mexico. Always been, and will always be, an optimist.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

On the 2nd Anniversary of Missouri Thuggery

My Dad was a Federal Firearms Instructor.   He probably shot more rounds on a pistol range than anyone I know.  Dad was an excellent pistol shooter and one hell of a shot on deer with his 30-06.

I remember one instance when he missed a whitetail deer that was running and after he emptied his rifle I killed it.   I was sure I had thumped the doe in the heart only to get up the hill into a snow bank and see that it had been hammered high in the neck.  So much for my shooting prowess!

Anyway, on the second anniversary of the thuggery over in Ferguson I want to comment on how Dad would have probably handled things back in the day.  Dad had been nearly killed by a sniper while driving in his patrol car and didn't take kindly to having guns pointed his way.

If you point a gun, any kind of gun, at a cop there is a high likelihood of getting shot at, or worse yet, shot, or worse yet, killed.

Point a gun at a cop you probably might or should become victim.

That's the Dad in me talking.   Did I miss anything?

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