That was a hard racked recession. It lasted all but 8 weeks; but it was the hardest and most arduous 8 weeks of my entire life. Lads were swimming about the frigid waters of Princeton, NJ in search of fish to feed their families. Local townspeople were strewn out across the Small World Coffee outpost, with broken brokerage statements in one hand, a pink slip from their Bakken oil field operations in the other.
I, as an onlooker, was powerless to effect change. I took to the internets, like a modern day Robinhood, to take from billionaires, like Broadway Bill Ackman, placing sums of coin into the pockets of my readers, so that they might buy themselves a luxury or two. A soda pop here, a bag of popped corn there.
All that in mind, markets soared today, in magnificent fashion, higher by 348. Gains were abundant everywhere, even for Pershing Square. The late date reversal we all bore witness to in VRX, going from $59 to $65, was nothing short of a miracle, equal to that of Moses parting the red sea. If, by chance, you were a devil atheist before today, you should be convinced hitherto now that there is a supreme being watching over us.
The internet agrees: the bottom is, inexorably, in.
The Bubble Basket inside of Exodus moved higher by 3.65% today. And, the GARP portfolio, which is a semi-annual actively managed portfolio by yours truly was +1.9% to the good.
Rejoice and pop champagne corks into the faces of the most vicious of bears. They can do nothing other than sit back and watch you pour the liquids of success over their childish heads.
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