If the fake numbers do a thing, I am broke. When they do the other thing, I remain broke. The stock market busting or booming does not alleviate my poverty in any way. When rich assholes lose a bunch of money because they moron they put in the throne room has tariffed everything, I will be broke. When their imaginary magic datapoints do the good thing and they're swimming in human blood, wearing their baby seal speedo and drinking elephant tears, I will be broke.

I hope the whole fucking thing burns to ashes, then the rest of the scumfucks can come down here in the mud with me where I'm already acclimated to misery and an empty stomach. I can steal their wonderbread and make their fat shitty kids watch me eat their Marshmellow Peeps and their kraft singles.

Fuck the Economy and fuck economists with their make believe cargo cult bullshit. And fuck anybody who gives a shit about the stock market. you can suck eggs