This market has a certain finality to it. You can sense the storm brewing, the indescribable calamity to come. Earnings short fall are swiftly met with decapitation. Entire sectors are dropped into large vats of grease, then lit aflame. The small piker investor is tossed out into the winter winds, without clothes or weapon, then told to hunt.
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Stocks careened lower, despite what the indices said. I shed all of the gains made yesterday and I am now expecting the very worst to close out the week. The respite was had, and enjoyed. I expect chop from here until January 1st. After the New Year, I expect the market to drop 10% in January, fucking every single person who bought long into what they thought would be “The January Effect.”
X-mas has been canceled.
Chanukah has been canceled.
Fucking Kwanza never happened.
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