Art Hogan Here We Come

Art Hogan’s infamous bottom call of 7,800 and change shall and will be broken soon, much to the chagrin of Andy Swan. Men in tight green leotards were buying stocks today, with the fervor of small head lice inside a bottle of vinegar. As you know, they were run over by large monster trucks today.

I, on the other hand, roamed my office, while listening to the music of the Gods. And, I ordered the burning of obscene amounts of incense. I ought to be careful, for the love of privacy. Soon enough the fire department will be dispatched to my office—no doubt.

With the market closing near the lows, I find myself making accurate calls, but not fully taking advantage of the slide. I find myself here, in a most egregious fashion, long stocks.

This is concerning, since I espouse the belief of much lower equity prices. To hell in a hand basket, I’ve done lost my mind and marbles.

Thanks to the abject failure of the U.S. Treasury, the market will go lower than any of you goat fuckers imagined. The pain will be so severe and so dreadful, you will wish and pray for a howitzer shell to the face.

With my money, at the close, I tilted my shorts to outweigh my longs. However, I still have lots of cleaning up to do. My guess, sometime tomorrow, I will figure this madness out and begin trading without manners, but with a certain amount of certitude.

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