It’s conflicated. We don’t have public agreements, only secret ones. Screaming conflicts of interest? Sure. But who’s counting? Not me, for one. Regulating my own family business. Regulating the competitors out of their undeserved greenbacks. Fake! Twig the reporters and snap the Queen’s bra. Take a chance on us; Get thrown under the bus. These larcenies are really just silly technicalities. Who are ya gonna believe, son, me or your stinkin’ eyes?