I feel like the Devil on here, always prognosticating doom. But the voices inside of my head tell me to say these things.
Pardon the lack of news on the site today. There was a lot of things to cover, such as J. Boehner calling Rafael Cruz ‘Lucifer in the Flesh’ and what not. But I’ve been a little busy dealing with some things, which have–inexorably– led to this.
Say, for example, someone put a shotgun to my head, demanding to know where I thought the markets would be by X-mas. Although reticent to work under such undue pressures, finally, I’d succumb and offer my advice. Without question, I’d say we’d be 30% lower from where we are today. See, that’s the statement of a madman, one steeped with bedlam, from a man wholly interested in seeing everything rip from its roots.
This is all true, but for good and just reasons.
Markets will knife lower. When it does, you will all flock to these halls hoping for a ride on my ark, at which point I will hit you with my solid oak oars and tell you to be gone.
Back to reality, the SPY is lower by 0.35% and the whole centaur on the NYSE dream of mine is nothing more than fantasy.
To dream is to live, is it not?
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