Kentucky Derby Stalls! Are Tariffs the New Gods?

Fools! They Pause Construction

Hmph. The Kentucky Derby. Mortals gather to watch beasts run in circles. Amusing if not entirely… pointless. But even their trivial games are now plagued by the whispers of economic unrest. Bill Carstanjen CEO of this... Churchill Downs halts a grand project worth more coin than a Spartan King ever saw. Blames... *tariffs*. Bah! Tariffs! Are these paltry trade taxes mightier than the gods themselves now? It seems even the builders of horse tracks tremble before them. Perhaps I should add 'tariff collector' to my list of foes. 'Boy! Fetch me my Blades of Chaos we have a trade agreement to dismantle!'

Consumer Confidence? Like Loyalty It's Fleeting

This 'consumer confidence' wanes they say. As if faith in mortals was ever a strong foundation. Carstanjen seeks a return on capital. He speaks as if money has value other than to create tools for battle. A concept not foreign to me I once traded my life for power. But I never traded my honor. These mortals... they are obsessed with profit. They should seek strength not coin.

The World Watches

Ha! One hundred seventy territories will witness this spectacle? Even the farthest reaches of the world are drawn to the absurdity of humans. Perhaps there is some entertainment value after all. A reminder that chaos can be found in even the most predictable events. Still I fought titans. What is a horse race compared to that?

A Familiar Face Returns

Bob Baffert. A name spoken with both reverence and scorn like that of Ares the God of War. Suspended! For…doping his beasts. A foolish act as it is better to be cunning than strong. Now he returns after his so called penance. His horses Rodriguez and Citizen Bull seek glory. May they fare better than I did in my own pursuits of vengeance...though I doubt it.

Second Chances Like the One Zeus Didn't Give Me

Carstanjen proclaims 'Everybody gets second chances.' A lie! The gods never offered me such a courtesy. They punished me for the sins of others. Hypocrites. This Baffert he is welcomed back. Perhaps these mortals are wiser than the Olympians after all... though I sincerely doubt it.

BOY! Place Your Bets!

So the horses run the coin changes hands and the world watches. Another cycle of fleeting excitement. Perhaps one day I will find something that truly satisfies. But until then I will observe and perhaps… place a wager. After all even a god can appreciate a good gamble. But I shall bet strategically. Like facing Baldur one must find the weakness.