Greetings from the sylvan beauty of North Lake Tahoe, where I nurse my psychic wounds and spirits. My desire for global thermonuclear war, in which, oddly, only Janet Yellen and Jerome Powell are vaporized, is stronger than ever. It is heartening to see a TINY bit of red on the screen, with the /RTY (thank GOD) particularly weak.
One victory acting as a salve for me right now is the miners. I bought September puts on Friday since, in spite of my self-confidence being precisely ZERO, was simply too perfect a setup to ignore. It’s nice to know that the horrible ancient vermin known as Janet Yellen, whose death I shall celebrate for a solid week when it arrives, didn’t muck THIS one up.
Let’s play some angry music to get into the spirit of things.
