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Oh shit, it is on again like white on rice, stink on shit, and Black on Scholes (and for you quants, just know that Brownian motion has more than one meaning), as a flurry of blue chip companies beat earnings guesses and pushed the market higher. With the 50 day moving average now rising above the 200 day moving average the S&P has hit the fabled Golden Cross (which is kind of like the Hindenburg Omen only less fiery, with fewer McClellan Oscillators, and the exact opposite), which means technicians are expecting to be showered with returns.

It was another quiet day in the market as the expectation of QE2 continues to dominate the headlines like Securities Analysis dominates the insomnia drug market or like Gabourey Sidibe dominates a doughnut (or box of doughnuts to be more precise). The market still can't figure out what to do as investors continue to oscillate between delusion and ecstasy over the Bernanke Put which seems primed to lower real rates until they drop further than Meg Ryan's boobs.

It was a quiet day on the Street as the bond markets and federal offices were closed to celebrate one of the greatest threesomes of all time, and no, Money McBags isn't talking about the Three Stooges, the Dahm triplets or that scene in Meggann and Hanna love Manuel, he's talking about the voyage of the Nina, Pinta*, and Santa Maria as today was Columbus day so hopefully you all coughed in to a blanket and handed it to your neighbor in order to celebrate.

To the tick tock and the market doesn't stop, as even though the jobs report continued to color the economy bad, the shit awful numbers signal that Benny B is going to come in and sex the market up with QE2, so rally on my friends, rally fucking on (and yes, the rally makes about as much sense as Money McBags' using a shitacular 1990s song for an extended metaphor, but alas, not every Money McBags analogy can end with Taylor Rain going 5-hole, or can it?).

The market closed moderately down today as investors, gamblers, and algorithms everywhere await tomorrow's jobs report which will likely be as telling as one of Eddie Long's altar boys (well for the ten or so years prior to this one) because thanks to the delightful birth/death model (where the output is more hard-coded than the Kryptos sculpture) the numbers will be more manipulated than Lexington Steele's johnson on the set of any of the Manhammer films.

It was a strange day in the market as gold reached a record $1,350 an ounce (making it the 4th most expensive material per ounce in world after unicorn tears, Brooklyn Decker's vagina, and of course the rarest of materials, John Edwards' credibility) which continued the biggest rise in hard assets since the Houston 500.

Oh shit is it on. Japan decided to cut their rates to 0%, the ISM released a number slightly more than a nut hair above guesses, and the lovely yet vibrator-challenged Christine O'Donnell assured voters that she is not a witch (and Money McBags is 95.6% sure that is a real video).