The Japanese ate Ferdinand

The Japanese ate Ferdinand. Not some guy, Ferdinand the horse, winner of the 1986 Kentucky Derby and the 1987 Breeders’ Cup Classic. I like to mention this whenever the controversial (some would say inexplicably controversial) practice of eating horse meat is being discussed. Or whenever someone says anything related to Japan:

“I’m going to Tokyo on business."

“The Japanese ate Ferdinand.”

“I bought a Sony flat screen.”

“The Japanese ate Ferdinand.”

“I love to eat sushi.”

“Not as much as the Japanese love to eat Ferdinand.”

In fact, I enjoying bringing it up on all sorts of occasions:

“I think we should see other people.”

“I think the Japanese ate Ferdinand.”

“Why haven’t you called me?”

“Why did the Japanese eat Ferdinand?”

“Are you drunk again?”

“I drink to forget the Japanese ate Ferdinand...or to remember...whatever, all I know is they ate him.”


  1. "The Japanese ate Ferdinand" - it's a latter-day "Where are the snow(dens) of yesteryear?"

    And check this at the end of the article: 'Toshiharu Kaibazawa, who worked as a stallion groom at Arrow Stud during the horse's years there, said [...] "He was so sweet".'

  2. That's hilarious. I'm glad someone's reading the linked articles, because I sure don't.

    The Tokoyo Racecourse is an amazing track:

  3. Lawd have mercy, I guess Truman was right.


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