“There Must Be Some Kinda Way Outta Here”

“…said the Joker to the Thief.

There’s too much confusion

I can’t get no relief.”

In 1967 Bob Dylan wrote All Along the Watchtower (lyrics above) and it was masterfully recorded by Jimi Hendrix.

53 years later, these prophetic lyrics could easily be the dialogue – behind closed doors – between the Federal Reserve and the Wall Street banksters.

Currently they’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The rock, being the state of our economy.  The hard place, being interest rates.

The quandary is:  rising interest rates is a sign of a growing economy.  However, because of the mountain of debt we have, raising interest rates in this market environment would freak out the banksters.

They already know the bond bubble has popped and are ready to welcome NEGATIVE interest rates.

However, yesterday, Federal Reserve chairman, Jerome Powell popped their bubble by saying NO to negative interest rates.

Powell also opined that the Kung-Flu could “leave behind lasting damage” to the economy.

Would someone please give that man a gold star?

Cue up Jimi Hendrix:

“No reason to get excited”

The thief he kindly spoke

“There are many here among us

Who feel that life is but a joke.”

Wall Street’s response to Powell was to raise their middle finger to the tune of minus 516 points.

Let me explain it to you In Plain English.

They’re lying.  About everything.

By remaining neutral stalling, they hope you won’t see them swimming naked.  However, the tide eventually goes out and when it does, the boyz won’t be able to hide.  (Ugh!  I wish I could unsee that).

We know what’s coming.  And every month we show you how to “Connect The Dots” in our premium newsletter.

You can hide your head in the sand or you can heed the Watchtower lyrics:

“But you and I, we’ve been through that

And this is not our fate

So let us not talk falsely now

The hour is getting late.”  (iconic guitar solo….)

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