Thursday
22May
Bubble
Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 06:00AM in broker bill "Did you see that guy who said gas is going to twelve dollars a gallon?"
"Nasdaq six thousand, baby."
"Ha, that's great. Remember Dow thirty-six thousand?"
"This is fucking ridiculous. Six bucks means oil is at two hundred. So, is he saying oil is going to four hundred dollars a barrel? Who is this guy, anyway?"
"No idea. Oil analyst or something."
"Not a trader?"
"No."
"What a surprise."
"I think you're right, Mell. But Jesus. I don't know about the dollar. I don't like it here."
"What's up?"
"Getting whacked again."
"Yeah, but Bernanke's done. There's so much inflation now, he's totally fucked. Did you see wheat? It's been up the last few days. The differential has to tighten."
"I don't know, Mell. You falling in love or something?"
"Hey, it's the best I can do now that Felicity is gone. Maybe I'll marry the dollar, I like it so much."
"I don't know, Mell. I don't like this market. Vol keeps coming in, dollar's tanking, Fed's done with rate cuts. I might just close down and go on vacation."
"Good idea, captain. That Citi you put me into... You can put lipstick on that pig, but it still looks like Chelsea during the first Clinton administration."
"The first? You soft for Hillary now?"
"I wish. I'm long a ton of Hill-Billy May oh-eight dropout contracts at twenty-five. Shit is trading three."
"Jesus, Mell."
"This race is going to the convention."
"Doesn't look good, Mell."
"No one wants them back. But the Dems are too chickenshit to do anything about it. Chickenshit Democrats. What a surprise."
"Maybe Gore should say something."
"Maybe Dean could grow a pair."
"Ha. Oh man."
"No, I got it. They should do it all together, like they did to Caesar. The whole Senate. Former senators too. I'm sure Bob Kerrey, mister Bill-Clinton-Is-An-Unusually-Good-Liar, would love a stab."
"Jesus, Mell. You're on fire today."
"If it's gonna be Slick's wife and another round with the Arkansas gang, I'll canvas Harlem for McCain. They wanna start a race war, they better bring it."
"Ah, Mell. That was a great movie."
"Nasdaq six thousand, baby."
"Ha, that's great. Remember Dow thirty-six thousand?"
"This is fucking ridiculous. Six bucks means oil is at two hundred. So, is he saying oil is going to four hundred dollars a barrel? Who is this guy, anyway?"
"No idea. Oil analyst or something."
"Not a trader?"
"No."
"What a surprise."
"I think you're right, Mell. But Jesus. I don't know about the dollar. I don't like it here."
"What's up?"
"Getting whacked again."
"Yeah, but Bernanke's done. There's so much inflation now, he's totally fucked. Did you see wheat? It's been up the last few days. The differential has to tighten."
"I don't know, Mell. You falling in love or something?"
"Hey, it's the best I can do now that Felicity is gone. Maybe I'll marry the dollar, I like it so much."
"I don't know, Mell. I don't like this market. Vol keeps coming in, dollar's tanking, Fed's done with rate cuts. I might just close down and go on vacation."
"Good idea, captain. That Citi you put me into... You can put lipstick on that pig, but it still looks like Chelsea during the first Clinton administration."
"The first? You soft for Hillary now?"
"I wish. I'm long a ton of Hill-Billy May oh-eight dropout contracts at twenty-five. Shit is trading three."
"Jesus, Mell."
"This race is going to the convention."
"Doesn't look good, Mell."
"No one wants them back. But the Dems are too chickenshit to do anything about it. Chickenshit Democrats. What a surprise."
"Maybe Gore should say something."
"Maybe Dean could grow a pair."
"Ha. Oh man."
"No, I got it. They should do it all together, like they did to Caesar. The whole Senate. Former senators too. I'm sure Bob Kerrey, mister Bill-Clinton-Is-An-Unusually-Good-Liar, would love a stab."
"Jesus, Mell. You're on fire today."
"If it's gonna be Slick's wife and another round with the Arkansas gang, I'll canvas Harlem for McCain. They wanna start a race war, they better bring it."
"Ah, Mell. That was a great movie."