So, the Dow dropped today, in the long-expected Trump Correction. Fine. Okay. Dandy.
But it didn’t simply drop a random number.
No. Today, the day that Obama-appointed Fed chair Janet Yellen said bye bye to the job she’d rather have kept, the day that Devin Nunes dropped his Final Judgment of God memo, the day the DoE was ordered to resume testing of nuclear bombs, the Dow Industrial Average dropped
666 Points.
What? I’m the only freako noticed something like this? Let’s cut to the Grand Freako of Freakology.
That the Official Scorekeeper of Selloutedness should drop the specific Number of the Beast in one day under the misrule of The Dark Lord’s Anointed One Whose Greatness Must Be Tweeted In Re the Dow was not a surprise by any stretch.
What’s got me curious is that, other than the ever-watchful Mr. King, I’ve not seen any mention of this portentous event on the vast network of Satan’s Synapses known as the internet.
I mean, really, CT fans. If Barack Obama had been president and boasting of his daily affirmations in the fluctuations of the Dow Jones Industrial Average and that metric had fallen precisely six hundred, sixty-six points in a single day’s measurement, what would Deeply Concerned Watchers of Portents have said?
“Satan’s Broker.” “End Times Report.” “No Futures.”
Today? Nothing. No storm cloud background GIFs. No almost-appropriate Bible citations. The internet, save the ever-hopeful-for-Ragnarok Mr. King, is mysteriously silent.
It’s dispiriting, really. Why, when I was your age, there would already be schisms over interpretations of just how this stock market fall should be interpreted. Mammon-Neutrals would already have been condemned by Temple Table Kickers. The Supply Side Acolytes and All Fall Downers would already be fighting the Battle of Breton Woods.
What has happened to the internet, for Moloch’s sake?