…says everyone is wondering what the markets will do tomorrow. On Countdown.

What. A. Moron.

The markets will go down until they get their zillion-dollar Christmas present from the taxpayers, a.k.a., you and me.


Update: Not necessarily tomorrow, since Wall St. will want to throw the taxpayers a bone, but until something is passed, count on more losses.

Caveat: I’m not a professional economist nor financial advisor. But no less than two years ago, I encouraged my family to put their money in their mattresses, on the very simple principle that he had ruined everything he’d ever touched, even before he was President. They’re all marveling at my -8% this year, even after today.

Calling me “right” and such shit.

It isn’t satisfying.