S&P Doubles to Fastest Bull Market

This is what happens when a) reality and b) society as fashioned by Disney fantasies can’t QUITE ALIGN.

Yes, but that alignment WILL OCCUR. 

The latest charts from Lance Roberts:

Yes, DOUBLES as in the old barker’s cry:  DOUBLE YOUR MONEY.

What’s next?

I’d say UP, UP & AWAY.

On your mark . . . get set . . . LEVITATE!

Other BUBBLE-DOUBLES.

Starting valuations of other Bubble-Doubles.

Falling economic expectations since 03-21.

Falling profit expectations since 03-21

As Joe Pesci yelled to De Niro while speeding away in the Las Vegas desert:

YOU WUZ WARNED!

Midtown Musings

S Gone Wild

Samurai saboteurs
Shiftless in sin,
Seraphim savaged for spite,
Simmering sycophants,
Simpering sylphs
Stolidly sorting their scores.
Who here believes in
Semantics?

S has now bolted
From alpha's blown bet --
Delighted it's flexing
Its will --
Shocking mean x's
Stunning mere y's
And roving like
Roar-hungry r's.

Bluntly ecstatic,
Free in New York,
S seizes "S" in
Times Square.
S seen in neon --
Though networked again --
Embraces its 
Red letter role.

Seated red-steppers,
Severer in stride --
Strata non grata --
Draw street-vendor snide.
S, once as stunted
As suckers in synch,
Sells Samurai saboteurs
Short.

JAD, 2021
Two Parks and Back

The grift shifts how we process.
The lie invokes contempt.
The blow descends regardless
Of where or when it's felt.
The evening comes to nothing.
The race ends in a tie.
The day portends the future.
The night excites the sky.

Is time the only answer?
Is cadence courting rhyme?
Are symbols merely signage?
Have symptoms staged a coup?
Is August slowing dying
Or merely in retreat?
Has Richard Harris melted
Or just MacArthur Park?

The aftermath has surfaced.
It lies in wait ahead.
The young have all assembled
To clear the room of dread.
The rectitude of ranters
Is screaming for a word.
The silence at the margins
Equivocates, unheard.

Is Harlem in the picture?
Does Murray Hill consent?
Is power now an option
For those it tends to crush?
Are unsung rights now singing?
Must everyone applaud
When causes spiked with malice
Are drenched in molten spite?

The light is growing dimmer. 
The year runs on, untamed.
The troupe that is Manhattan
Is staging cruder plays.
The arrogant are humbled,
The faint are leaving town.
The cyber wolves are circling.
The City stands its ground.

JAD, 2021