You’re all acquainted with this lucky lass. She’s the one standing just behind the lipstick smear on her incisors.
Now, I realize all too well that some of you, for whatever personal reasons, have a North Korean-level adoration of this indisputably corrupt family, but try hard to set that aside for a moment while I point out an interesting market phenomenon.
It’s akin to the cover curse or, let’s say, the publication of the book Richistan back in 2007, which I wrote about in Slope’s earlier and more innocent days.
The documentary about her, cleverly named Melania, was created by way of Jeff Bezos paying a huge bribe to the family so that an accused serial rapist (Brett Ratner) could make a documentary about the First Lady (who, like Brett, is in the Epstein files). The press has been connecting these dots for years.
Now, the Melania movie is already rated as the worst movie ever made, and it’s clearly going to be a huge financial flop for its backer, Amazon, whose stock got zapped hard on Friday from its financial results, in spite of an explosively bullish NASDAQ.
Added to this, the good people of our once great republic have made their feelings known by way of augmenting the promotional posters with their own thoughts and feelings.
Now, far be it from me to cast aspersions on a fellow human being who slept their way to the top. My own efforts in this respect have fallen utterly flat in the financial information industry, as neither Tom Sosnoff nor Tom Lee find me particularly appealing. Maybe it’s just the way I dress.
The point of this post is actually to highlight an interesting coincidence. You see, on January 28th, Ms. Trump (the third wife, not either of the other two) had the honor of ringing the opening bell at the storied New York Stock Exchange, I suppose for her manifold contributions to the financial industry.
Here we see her flanked by two much less attractive individuals hooting and hollering at the event.
At the exact same moment, marked with an arrow, is the tippity-tippity-top of a bull market that began seventeen years ago on the S&P 500.
Curious, isn’t it? That our culture would reach such the confluence of events of a vastly overvalued equity market coupled with the celebration of a former sex worker who is now globally famous and, in her own way, powerful?
Of course, who knows if that top will remain the top, particularly after what we witnessed on Friday. But wouldn’t it be something marvelous if it was? Because sometimes the stars just line up.
