Whatever Happened to......

 You remember Mike Lindell.  He's the mustachioed dude who used to be a crack addict living rough on the street of St. Paul, MN, (which just this past week inaugurated an all female city council.  It made me think of the MD who did my second amputation.  He had an all female staff of residents and one med student.  They'd swan into my room around 0700, and I'd greet them as the 'Dreamgirls'.  It annoyed the Doc, but made them giggle.  Which is why I did it).  But I was talking about Mike Lindell.  You may not remember him, but I bet you remember his ubiquitous TV commercials for "My Pillow". Diane actually bought a couple of the things, and I have them still.  But Lindell, who turned out to be a marketing savant, also turned out to be a Trump-loving conspiracy nut.  He was a regular guest at Mar-a-Lago and the White House. He believed that the 2020 election. was stolen by crooked manufacturers of voting machines, (Dominion and Smartmatic), an assertion for which he's now being sued by botc companies.  He was ordered by an arbitrator to pay a software engineer 5 million dollars for debunking some cockamamie theory that Lindell had been offering to anyone who cared to listen. The tinfoil hat brigade had him funding all kinds of dubious 'research' into the validity of their favored  conspiracy. theories.  Today, Fox refused to accept his ad buys.  Lindell claims that he was 'canceled' by Fox, but the truth was that Lindell hasn't paid his bills.  He's broke.  Due to his foolishness, he managed to make his personal fortune, once estimated to be 60 million dollars, disappear.