
Coniferous Greens

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Those damaged trendlines will hopefully mean something. This is daily data ending on Friday, and I should hasten to add that these charts were created before President Stable Genius completely mucked things up with his idiotic Greenland nonsense. In any case, I submit to you that the subtle breakdown in these charts was a helpful “heads up” that the man was going to screw things up, just like he has so much else in his life. Here we go…………

Natural gas has been collapsing for weeks, but at the moment it is surging higher (ostensibly due to severe weather chills). Here’s where God stored the stuff:

This is a long one. But enough about me. To lay the foundation for this post, allow me to state a couple of strong beliefs that I possess. Please keep your hands and feet inside your vehicle at all times as we move through these thoughts. Here we go.
The first is that I believe people are, on the whole, born and not made. That is to say, nature constitutes a person’s personality much more than nurture. A one-hour old baby is almost identical to the same human eighty years later, except that he’s acquired a bunch of real-world knowledge along the way (plus has gone through a million different versions of his body along the way).
For example, I’m a dog person. I was born that way. It wasn’t because, unlike my own children, I was surrounded by dogs from birth (N.B. the first word out of my children’s mouths wasn’t ma-ma or da-da, but dog; I have a special pride in that). Although I had a couple of dogs during my youth, they weren’t really “mine” and I hardly remember anything about them. However, when I reached adulthood, my first instinct, shared with my girlfriend (now wife of many decades) was we have got to get a dog. I was born that way. So was she.
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