The majority of the pop from yesterday’s completely-made-up story by Trump that they were having “strong talks” (seriously, is English this guy’s second language?) with Iran have already disappeared. The fact that 100% of the pop isn’t gone is just ridiculous, but also a testament that there’s always some chunk of people so brain-dead they’ll actually believe the beast.
Still, it’s heartening to see the lie has been largely unwound.
Besides making equities go up by trillions instantly, Trump’s confabulation crushed crude oil prices just as fast, and that drop is likewise partly gone already.
If you don’t think this was an orchestrated scheme for the Trump family to garner billions of trading profits based on opportunity, perhaps you’d be interested in a bridge I have for sale.
And who might have been, shall we say, “chosen” to handle such a scheme? I’ve got a pretty good idea.
Speaking of chosen………..what the hell is this all about?
In any case, I find the pearl-clutching about $4 gas to be amusing. Kindly pay a visit to the Bay Area, why don’t you?
Anyway, yesterday was one of the weirdest goddamned days in recent memory, and I’m not just talking about the markets.
I am entering the day with 36 short positions and a commitment level of 125%. Thanks to President Venal, I’m lighter than I was pre-market Monday, but that’s how things roll in this land of lies and open criminality.
