I can’t do the sour grapes thing anymore, for I will become what I loathe most. Yes, the market is manipulated. That shit did not just happen today. I am sure the market has always been manipulated. What’s important to note, however, is the sudden absence of the shadows near my favorite urinal. I am not sure if they went on vacation (likely to Paris) or moved out; but they’re not there anymore.
I’m pretty much amazed/stunned by today’s turn around. We went from a frown, all very sad and gloomy, and we turned it upside down.
As I speak, traders on the NYSE are doing lines of blow off vintage Beatles records and the executive producer of CNBC is jacking off to his intra-day ratings. Back at the banks, as evidenced by MS, executives are pondering what the fuck all the fuss is about, as their trading turrets have been sucking dick for months. Nonetheless, rainbows and gay giraffes descend on Wall Street, thanks to the Bearded Clam and his trusty sidekick, Prezident O’Bama.
Never again will America need to endure a recession, for they have been made illegal. Never again will 401k and 403(b) participants fear their monthly statements. Never again will Americans need to work or pay for their mortgages (okay, just a little sour grapes).
In other news, it appears RARE EARTH plays, MCP and REE, are taking the day off. What a shame. Look forward to their Earth, as opposed to the shit you walk on, to be back in play—first thing tomorrow morning.
I will do a market wrap up later aka whenever the fuck I get around to it.
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