I'm still here.
And yeah — I admit it. I was wrong.
I said we’d start bleeding this week.
Turns out — we're harder to kill than I thought.
Still standing. But not for long.
Trump dropped a 245% bomb. Powell?
Not only not cutting rates — he's drooling to raise them.
Yet the market? Still grinding higher.
Fake strength.
Artificial containment.
We might even pierce $87k.
But make no mistake — we're heading down.
And when the margin calls hit,
Gold bleeds. Everything bleeds.
The only question left is:
How deep is your fall, darling?