(Note: I don't make a habit of editing guest contributions, but the photo of a giant bull turd right here was just a bit much! Sorry, BDI!)
Well, my fellow Slope-a-Dopes, looks like I finally found shelter from the storm, and may have gotten my mojo back. As per EP 47.0, it's mainly raining cds cats & dog bonds in Spain, with sustained 55 mph sovereign yield winds, accompanied by severe credit default gusts blowing through the roof. Meanwhile, the barometric pressure on the XRT (retail ETF) is indeed iDroping while I was out iShoping, as per EP 49.0.
Perhaps Batman & Robin, alias Flabby Moolah & his side kick Googley, will now cut me some slack moving forward, somehow I doubt it though. My fair weather friends Clint, COT & Ryans can apologize to me later, and Flybaby can suck on my you know what. Oh, and regarding that hostile banana peel throwing chimp, blow me you deranged baboon! By the way Tyler Durden, feel free to use any past EP's to prop up your waning traffic at ZH, and sorry the current edition is strictly off limits to you, exclusive to SOH for a 24 hour exhibition period. All in good fun dopes.
On a more serious, and most inspiring note, I am pleased to announce that my favorite market condition has finally materialized. It's not often that Macros, Fundamentals, & Technicals all line up impeccably, each pointing in precisely the same ominous direction. The dry bull dung is now perfectly arranged in neat stacks of cow patty piles, just in time for the ferocious shit storm bearing down on us. Heads up, get out of the way! The aging raging bull is about to take another massive dump.