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I am only up to the "D's" of my charts, and have many hundreds to go, but here are a few interesting long prospects to chew upon.
Let me be clear………….as I'm going through charts, I am more excited than ever about the bearish prospects. But I wanted to throw these bullish ideas out there just for the sake of a bit of balance.
As I'm going through charts, some of the most wildly vulnerable are in the insurance area; here's one example:
Good morning, stout yeomen (and, er, yeowomen).
I shorted the /NQ yesterday at 1380.52 and it's inched down slowly all night. I'd say a target of 1315 would be fair for this little pattern.
Let's try to get 'em this week, shall we?
here is little Effie's head
whose brains are made of gingerbread
when the judgment day comes
God will find six crumbs
stooping by the coffinlid
waiting for something to rise
as the other somethings did–
you imagine His surprise
bellowing through the general noise
Where is Effie who was dead?
–to God in a tiny voice,
i am may the first crumb said
whereupon its fellow five
crumbs chuckled as if they were alive
and number two took up the song,
might i'm called and did no wrong
cried the third crumb, i am should
and this is my little sister could
with our big brother who is would
don't punish us for we were good;
and the last crumb with some shame
whispered unto God, my name
is must and with the others i've
been Effie who isn't alive
just imagine it I say
God amid a monstrous din
watch your step and follow me
stooping by Effie's little, in
(want a match or can you see?)
which the six subjunctive crumbs
twitch like mutilated thumbs:
coloured face on which a frown
puzzles, but I know the way–
(nervously Whose eyes approve
the blessed while His ears are crammed
with the strenuous music of
the innumerable capering damned)
–staring wildly up and down
the here we are now judgment day
cross the threshold have no dread
lift the sheet back in this way.
here is little Effie's head
whose brains are made of gingerbread
I write in hopes that by the time you get this letter
We may live to see a change for the better
Or are we so devoted to these wretched selfish motives
When the cold facts and figures all add up
They cannot contradict this sad burlesque
This sad burlesque
With miserable failures making entertainment of our fate
Laughter cannot dignify of elevate
This sad burlesque
Now can they recall being young and idealistic
Before wading knee-deep in hogwash and arithmetic
The pitying smirk
The argument runs like clockwork
Will run down eventually and splutter to a stop
P.S. Well by now you know the worst of it
And we've heard all the alibis that they've rehearsed
The smug predictions
If it's not a contradiction
Keep faith in human nature
And have mercy on the creatures in this sad burlesque
