Well, slip me into a pink taffeta dress and call me Peaches. The market is collapsing, and I’m not NEARLY short enough. Not even close.
Let’s back up a bit. I’ve been feeling rather jerked around by the market this week. So much so that I trimmed the sails quite a bit. Among the four accounts I trade, the allocation levels I’m at are 40%, 56%, 60%, and 65% allocated to live positions. In other words, I’m at about 50% cash.
That was a comforting thought to me when the Prezident lumbered out to the podium and stated that there would be a 10% “baseline” to tariffs, which sent markets around the world exploding higher. After a little while, though, he clumsily pulled out a big poster board like those a kid would use for a science project and which displayed the much, much higher than 10% tariffs, and the markets absolutely vomited all over themselves. My adoration of that 50% cash vanished INSTANTLY. Jesus H. Christ, man!



