Markets Press Their Gains; Zero Regard for Caution Given

We’re back to melt up mode. Nothing is able to stop this locomotive, not even Fed heads discussing ways to destroy the global economy. Trump is in the lead. Hillary is a pathetic caricature of someone who, cravenly, wants to secure power for a corrupt elite. And oil is mending recent losses. All is well at $35 WTI.

The fuck.

Bear in mind and let it be a reminder to you: markets like to go up in March. Deep down, all humans are optimistic creatures, even the most doomful and glum of us all. It’s why pastel colored clothing now adorns your local textile retailer, instead of the appropriate choice of heavy garb. Logic dictates we should desire heavy sweaters in March– for the weather is still frigid and will continue to be as such until April. But we’re optimistic in our assessment of the weather, despite a vast bank of memories to the contrary. There was that one March in 1989 that stuck in our memories and made us hopeful that this year will be a repeat of that. As such, when we see spring clothes at Macy’s, in the fucking iceberg’d weather of late February, we buy them.

The same could be said about the seasonality effect of stocks in March and April. It’s the never-ending search for happiness and fulfilment that keeps the engine revving. These trends are easy to break, however, as the human mind is malleable and susceptible to fear. Once the news becomes important again, you’ll see centaurs on the NYSE, dictating how stocks should be treated.