On the anniversary of the 1987 crash, the market crashes? Come on with this fucking horseshit. When was the last time the market fell by more than 200? It just had to drop today, out of all days, as a way to fuck with people.
I’m getting lit up, seven figure losses, down more than 3% for the day, led by everything. Miraculously, coal and the homies are holding their ground– but it doesn’t matter.
The sick, perverted, stock Gods have decided to play a prank on us by pulling the strings out from the marionette, leaving us without a captain to direct the ship. Consequently, it’s down, down, down for the market and the fucktards, such as myself, who are long.
Gone are the days of yesterday when mocking the bears for being “stupid fucking retards” was fashionable. Today the bears are celebrating, decked out in their finest burlap’d costumes, dining on the livers of overzealous longs.
VIX is spiking and so is TLT. It’s a classic “risk off” day, which if history is of any use will be short lived.
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