While everyone was sweating over CPI, the real surprise quietly showed up on the other side. July PPI came in at 4.7% year over year against a forecast of 4.9%, the second straight cooldown after June's 5.5%. The funniest part is in the details. Goods prices actually fell 0.7%, factories are basically giving product away at this point. Services on the other hand rose 0.2%, because anything a human touches instead of a machine keeps getting more expensive no matter what. Capitalism in its purest form. And while the headline looks calm, prices at the very first stage of production are still up 9.7% year over year. That pressure hasn't disappeared, it's just stuck further up the chain, waiting its turn to show up at the register in a few months. After yesterday's uneventful CPI, the market had already started pricing in a Fed pause for September, and now PPI hands traders one more argument against a hike. Warsh is stuck in a spot where the hawks are running out of a straight face to make their case with. Who's still holding shorts betting on a September hike, and who's quietly rotated into the dovish trade already? Not financial advice, just the numbers worth having on your radar right now. #PPI #Fed #Inflation $NVDAB $SPYB $SPY
One day Alex Karp stared at a glass of plain water, muttered something dense about Western decline and soft belief, and the next thing anyone knew the entire room was drinking something stronger.
Witnesses still argue whether it was actual wine… or just the effect of another 20-minute philosophical monologue.
Either way, the disciples left the table convinced. $PLTR
I saw the olde man bent with passing dayes, The future floweth like the tides that swayes. What is this golde but dust that fadeth fast? All earthly riches turn to ash at last.
Two crowds collide, rolling coin-shaped stones one clutching tight, the other flinging free. *"Why sell the bottom, coward?"* one moans. *"Why hold the bag and call it faith?"* comes the plea.
Virgil said: "Not two sins, child, but one, split by the mirror of fear itself. One dreads the loss of gains half-won; one dumps at red to save his wealth."
Among them walked the sellers of belief gurus who preached a chart that never came true, now rolling stones, bound in shared grief, believers in the lies they once construed.
The river's voices, once "moon" and "HODL," blurto one same groan whichever way the numbers stir.