Today was 'Family Day' at the New York Stock Exchange. No it is not the day in which the boys celebrate the families which they have made homeless, the retirements they have ruined, and the faces they have ripped with their lugubrious bump and grind.
It is a day on which the junior people, semi-professional greeters, and B class spokesmodels who are stuck working on a long holiday weekend bring their kids to play on the big empty floor, growing emptier by the day as volume migrates to the Matrix, and the dark pools of the vampire squids. The better to eat you with, my dear.
And befitting a day of low volumes and maximum cynicism, the futures did almost exactly what we thought they might do and, after a well managed performance, absolutely nothing has been decided. We were thankful for a low open and an opportunity cover short positions, and then a nice long drift higher to let the long sides of our hedged positions go. And of course, shorts back on into the close, with moderation we hasten to add. No underestimating Tim and Ben here.
Another Sunday night is in the cards. Remember those? The long nights in which the players hold their collective breath while Asia opens, and then Europe, to see if the rest of the world is buying it, or continuing to sell it. When press releases from corporate giants and their government functionaries begin to leak the true estimates of the damage, shortly after they announce 'the fix' for the problem that they most recently swore great oaths did not exist.
The story of a potential sovereign default such as that of Dubai is not so much which banks are holding the actual loans, but rather, which counterparties are holding the Credit Default Swaps, and to what degree. This is still a derivatively challenged system, oversexed, overlevered, and unfortunately over here.
If it turns out that AIG is a counterparty on the wrong side of the banks again, it really would be a bit much, and Timmy should be fired the following day if he dares to utter the "B word."
There is a lot of theater in the markets and the media, all designed to shape perception, which is the last resort of the financial engineers and their corrupt politicians.
That is not a segway necessarily to the Jobs Summit wherein The One will sequester with the nation's leaders of a sort, and puzzle out what can be done to 'get more jobs.' So far the Obama Administration has resembled that of Herbert Hoover, rather than that of Franklin Roosevelt.
"Hoover quickly developed a reputation as uncaring. He cut unemployment figures that reached his desk, eliminating those he thought were only temporarily jobless and not seriously looking for work. In June 1930 a delegation came to see him to request a federal public works program. Hoover responded to them by saying: "Gentlemen, you have come sixty days too late. The Depression is over." He insisted that "nobody is actually starving" and that "the hoboes...are better fed than they have ever been." He claimed that the vendors selling apples on street corners had "left their jobs for the more profitable one of selling apples." Digital History Herbert Hoover and the 1930s
Have a pleasant weekend, and for our American readers, a tumultuous 'black Friday.' The results of the annual consumer binge will be portrayed and flayed to beat the band in the days to come. Remember that "you get what you pay for" but you also "pay for what you get," unless you are one of the bureaucractically blessed few who receive beyond all bounds of effort and any conceivable personal labour.
Here is the updated scorecard for the markets.
