The day dawned with a stable coin, a stable and a saddle.
The jockey, an experienced Wall Street official Manipulator, knew the score and the whole story.
Driving faster than could ever be wise, along the winding tree-and-hedge-lined road, our jockey succeeded in winning by arriving at the stables to deliver the newly minted saddle.
As he stepped out of the gleaming over-polished Maserati he flipped a coin in the air, letting it land heads up in a pile of recently produced horse manure.
The next chapter reveals more.
And, doesn’t it always?!
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