I owe my beloved old yellow lab Kobe a debt of gratitude this morning.
The old fella is in his 15th year here on Earth, and he hobbles around the best he can. Last night, at about 3:30 a.m., he was at the base of the stairs, and my wife woke me up to tell me to help him. So I went downstairs, let him out in the backyard in case he had any business to do (you know – faxes, memos, that kind of thing) and then gently guided him upstairs to sleep.
So my world-famous circadian rhythm was kind of wrecked, and unlike most mornings when I wake up at precisely 5:30, I woke up at 6:34, which for me is insanely late……….particularly on a day with important news (in this case, the jobs report. Duh.)
Well, if I had been up to watch things tick by tick, I would have had a heart attack, because the markets roared higher on the complete donkey-sucking jobs report that was released. That disgusting swine Yellen appears to be out of fuel, because the market’s belief that the pig will keep things artificially aloft is dissipating quickly. I guess I’m the old fashioned sort. I believe, in the end, the good guys will prevail. And the albino anti-Christ has a different fate.
In any case, my beloved dog spared me from having to spend an hour needlessly worrying. I have been waving the “long gold/short equities” flag all week. Today the flag is cast in the loving light of Truth, and I shall continue to wave it, dogs at my side, and Slopers chanting around me, topping the rotting statues of Fed members. Godspeed and felicitations, my friends! To Victory!
