Thanks for the PPT paper. This sudden buying spree didn't seem honest, as noisy as the Cavalry brigade coming to save us from the scalpers, right on time.
But, by the same token the PPT let the bubble inflate, before. As they didn't act, they gave it its Icarus like wings and status.
Funny they didn't bust it here and there for some "orderly" profit. I would have. Gladly.
With all their money when so small amounts are needed when applied at right places.
How can they fail? If they do not get carried away, Neron like some day, there won't be that last time, that fatal, dreaded miss...
Rather a reassuring article, on second thoughts...
One can question the morality. But then, interest rates influence just the same. And this is about ambulances, teams on the ready, even when fishing big in Bahamas, never away from a phone. They sure get a bonus for the dangerous life, their peeing on the fires we lit, the saving of civilisation, of us all reckless gamblers, us campers atop the Nase volcano, permanently on the verge of being sucked into a white cold or burning hot avalanche.
Now of course some tough guys, poets from around here preferably, do not appreciate to have that deus ex machina, that devil jumping out of the box.
Our fractals are laid out for the day. Clean, simple. The Future bends as to please them, to please us. And it could even be conceivable that the Mighty Time compresses itself as to stay inside our frame, everything is normal.
Here we are, starting the daily fiesta with an exotic cocktail, followed by some sea food, then, "when you finish the white wine, you sell, says Anon. Yes, sell, don't ask questions. It's written, here!"
"Sure says Zeev, told you yesterday about that 2 % thing to peel off at 2.22, yes, before the cigar, cause you need both hands, as to spread."
And all goes according to schedule, jokes fly by again, more money, more wine, you play with your avocado while eyeing your lady's eyes, smiling at the white, happy, ready for more, with visions of a Lear unloading your gold bullion on your private cute Island, when suddenly, hell breaks lose.
Enters Machine Gun Allan Caponspan, fuming, exhausted, he kind of whispers, some tears fall to the ground: " We had no choice, it's only for a few days. The Beast, the Beast, she wants to eat us all!"
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