Anywhere I go, I find myself looking at ceilings, examining water stains and cracks. Often times, I dream of water seeping through the ceiling, perhaps a paranoia of mine–one of many eccentricities that the readers of this site have to deal with. The alarm bells have been ringing for some time now, yet stocks have denied the bears their ‘fair share’ at every turn.
Once again, stocks have erased earlier losses, thanks to a sharp reversal in crude. Bear in mind, the OPEC womanizers will be departing from their harems shortly to discuss the important matter of crude oil soon. Everyone is on edge. You can almost cut the tension with a knife.
As for me, I’ve been, sort of, floating about the house, in my white robe and sandals. I’ve lit some incense and have been playing soundtracks on my vinyl record player, of a menacing genre, to no end. I’ve abandoned a 7 figure job for the pleasures of full time blogging, retweeting the articles of fucktards, and laughing at memes all day.
Life is wonderful. And then you have the nerve to ask me why I think markets will drop?
I have never…ever.
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