Post by Michael Di Raimondo

"I've been through the desert on a horse with no name..." America 1971. In May, a handsome thoroughbred horse named "Chunk of Gold" ran in the 2025 Kentucky Derby. -- he was originally purchased for a scrawny $2,500.00. OK, he didn't win, place or show, but stay with me. Segue now to a mattress company called Hastens. Pour yourself a Mint Julip, trot over to their website and scope out their pole position offering. It's a handmade beauty, stuffed with HORSEHAIR. No, not from the above "Chunk O'...", but very possibly from an equine relative, long-since relegated to the contents of a can of Ken-L Ration -- ("The hoof? The paw?") What do you suppose you'd be saddled with on your Amex card to be able mount up nightly, in your Jockeys, on one of these bad boys? --- $439,000.00! (Just so you don't think that was a typo, that's --- Four Hundred Thirty-Nine Thousand US dollars.) Who would EVER.... you might well ask? The singer Drake, feeling his oats, is said to have bought one. Meanwhile, back at another ranch, a buckaroo movie director named Carl Rinsch was just lassoed by a posse of feds, herded into a hoosegow and convicted of rustling the Netflix brand out of $11 Million. After bushwacking that streaming giant, he promptly galloped over to Hastens to spend some of that lucre on one of those Hopalong Hammocks. Now, that's only about 4% of his 11MM take but, still, that ain't hay -- especially for a just few REM-filled furlongs of shuteye. (Word around the cellblock is his request for a MyPillow on his top bunk was denied.) All I can add to this horse tale on my personal scratch sheet is --- Eat your heart out, Mike Lindell.