Looks like a little fartcal of the Galloping Giraffosaurus pattern on the 5-day chart. A Galloping Giraffosaurus within a Galloping Giraffosaurus. Or perhaps a barfing Giraffosaurus within a Galloping Giraffosaurus.
I've adopted as a policy to stay out of the streets, and preferably as far away as possible, whenever any crowd assembles wearing the same colored clothes or waving the same flag etc. Cops definitely qualify. It's probably ingrained survival stuff by now for Our People.
Some folks on the interwebs are circulating a Forbes link to an old story (like years) about Chine local govt financing vehicles (LGFV)s being a way bigger problem than Evergrande. Every few years the amount goes up by some equally uncountable number. When I first sawr it a week ago, I searched and found the same story going back at least 7 or 8 years, always quantified in the trillions of dollars.
So, in short, c'est du n'importe quoi.
200 miles north of Calgary was cold af, with the sun rising around 9am in the winter. Matter of fact, the folks I hung out with in Edmonton didn't bother with winter coats because they didn't consider being outside as a serious option - they'd put on wind breakers, get in the car in the garage, drive to the mall, run from car to mall and then perambulate for a few hours indoors. Bigger issue for them was sweating while doing so - hence the windbreakers.
I was also the first Jew they'd ever met, which was apparently a big deal for them around holiday time. One of the uncles greeted us with a big "Happy Chanuk....oof" that was cut off when his wife elbowed him.
But they kept the rye and gingers coming, and it was all good. Pretty chill place. But cold-af.
I thought Rome was at Club Med latitude 🙄
Beardrech, your absence has been noted and mourned, and your reappearance is welcome and celebrated. The Poet Stooleate returns. Indeed, the greatest blow to our collective FURce of good and rational is not the losses many of us have sustained, but rather the multipronged attack on our confidence at best, and our sanity at worst. And, you are, as ever, entirely correct. Al Green and his bully boyz and ruffians and thugs are little more than that, and their bark packs only the bite we inflict upon ourselves. For the ocean is ineffable, its force unknowable, its vastness unfathomable. Al Green's little waves are drops within it.