Biden’s DOJ Arrests Dozens of NYC Government Employees In Major Bribery Sting

Dozens of public housing employees in New York City are facing charges of bribery and extortion after the Justice Department made the single largest number of such arrests last week.
According to The New York Times, federal prosecutors in Manhattan have charged 70 current and former employees of the New York City Housing Authority (NYCHA) with accepting cash bribes from contractors in exchange for Housing Authority contracts.

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THEY THINK I’M JUST A “COWGIRL BARBIE”—BUT I RUN THIS WHOLE DAMN RANCH I don’t usually get riled up about strangers, but today? I damn near snapped. It started at the feed store. I was picking up mineral blocks and fencing wire, wearing my usual—mud-caked boots, faded jeans, and yeah, my long blonde braid tucked under a beat-up ball cap. The guy at the counter gave me this look like I was lost. Asked if I needed directions to the gift shop. I said, “Nah, just here to buy the same stuff I’ve been buying every week for ten years.” He laughed. Laughed. Then he asked if my “husband” would be loading the truck. I told him my husband left five years ago and the cows didn’t seem to care. I run 240 acres on my own. Fix broken water lines, birth calves at 2 a.m., haul hay like it’s nothing. But people still see the blonde hair and the woman part and just… assume. Even my neighbors treat me like I’m playing rancher. Roy, the guy across the creek, keeps “checking in” on my fences like I didn’t graduate top of my ag science class. He’ll say things like, “Don’t overwork yourself, sweetheart.” Meanwhile, I patched his busted water line last winter in the middle of a snowstorm. I try to let it roll off, but it builds up. You get tired of proving yourself twice just to be seen as half capable. Then today, after all that, I got home and found a letter nailed to my barn door. No stamp. No return name. Just a folded-up note that said one thing: “I know what you did with the west pasture.”⬇️

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