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I missed the all excitement. Gold hit new highs, for a short while at least.
I left two Fridays ago for remote Idaho to work on the cabin. I even left the
computer at home as I occasionally like the perspective offered by being out
of touch. So unknown to me, gold began to soar the next morning.
Still camping in the unfinished cabin, I went to sleep under the dust protection
of an expedition tent. In my sleep I must have heard the pack rats scratching
about, as the e-trade television commercial flashed into my head: the one where
the heroic financial advisor finds bankers scurrying about like rats in the
basement of the family home. Suddenly awake, I could hear clawed creatures
scurrying across the plywood sub-floor. Scrambling out of my sleeping bag and
staggering out of the tent, I quickly dispatched one of the invaders. This
little banker must have been a sub-prime mortgage broker betting wrong on the
direction of yields: He was the slowest in the pack.
Figuring that in morbid fear the other pack rats had scurried down the framing
and out the few remaining foundation openings, I went back to sleep. But I
had underestimated the persistence of pack rats facing winter. Suddenly awakened
by the scrambling once again, I chuckled to myself. Like bankers in the face
of Kondratief Winter, these little fellows will be persistent where there are
assets to plunder. And like many of the usurers, these rodents will just as
certainly perish.
The next evening found me sealing off the remaining openings in the foundation,
and improvising a box trap to hasten the demise of these less worthy beings.
I could visualize one of these rodent-like creatures peering out through the
cracks in a box that had unexpectedly dropped from the sky as it tried to steal
some extra cheese. But in my dreams that night these surreal images morphed
into the face of Dick Grasso peering out of the television box, pleading his
case on Kudlow and Cramer. And once again, I was suddenly awake. Listening
this time to the desperate sounds of attempted escape.
Funny how the subconscious works, linking the seasonal assault of mountain
pack rats to matters of finance. The population of rats has grown quite nicely
over the Kondratieff Summer. Now there are too many. And they appear to have
infested every nook and cranny. They are nibbling on the assets squirreled
away in mutual funds and in corporate retirement funds. The biggest are gorging
on the fruits of insider information. And they are persistent. No wonder when
you can pilfer several million with just a few minutes advance notice on the
discontinuation of the 30-year bond. The financial fodder provided by record
summer yields, has likely created a population explosion beyond easy comprehension.
Even as the perp-walks and trials mount, me thinks we are a bit naïve as to
the extent of the infestation. Because rats scurrilously pursue their plunder
in the dark, I suspect that where they have not been found, they are only hiding.
But this population size will be reduced to well below its equilibrium level
once again. Only a modest number of rats will survive the Kondratieff Winter
by plundering the assets of others.
When I returned from the cabin late Thursday, I logged on and saw the big
percentage drop in shares. But needless to say, physical gold looked most excellent
until that moment when I had climbed into my decrepit old pick up for the drive
home, when it plummeted. The chat rooms were all still quite active on the
subject, with lots of renewed pessimism for precious metals and their shares.
So I reluctantly opened up my portfolio to check for damage and my browser
to check for rat sign.
Surprise, surprise. Not bad at all. The portfolio was down from a 42% gain
to a 39% gain. And gold was up nearly a 10 spot. Damage was primarily to the
shooting gallery shares on parade on the CNBC ticker: Rat sign. The Swiss announcing
their sales program: Rat sign. So, I concluded that we had merely gone from
overbought in the shares to something more in line with the price of the metal.
But many still believe that the dramatic drops as seen on Thursday and Friday
are harbingers of continued declines. Not by themselves, as any technical damage
was short term. The primary bull trend is well intact. Even a rather painful
pull back from here would not break this primary trend. The secondary trend
may turn down at this point; however, not if the more recent pattern of near
term support on pullbacks is maintained. The speculation has been that this
is increased investment demand from Middle Eastern and Asian concerns. What
could change that?
Well, the international cooperation among our global monetary authorities
in moving to firmer policies supporting floating currency regimes may have
some subtle side effects. The Chinese appeared to have offered overt concessions
on the Yuan: Rat Sign. And by virtue of recent price action the Japanese have
done so on the Yen: Rat Sign. So the US dollar will be allowed to depreciate,
presumably in a controlled and coordinated fashion. In the current game of
competitive currency devaluations the US dollar has gained some ground. But
this process will likely cause Chinese and Japanese monetary authorities to
buy fewer dollars and dollar denominated debt. One would expect that they would
increase gold purchases. Unless there will be tacit cooperation on this front
as well. Did Mr. Market pick up on this possibility as gold approached new
highs for the trend?
So the price of gold the next few weeks will shine light on whats up with
those king rodents in the IMF. On the surface this little plunge appears to
have been a fairly typical technical correction. Engineered by lesser rats
nesting among in the crawls spaces financial institutions close to the commercial
shorts. If we get a countertrend that takes us toward primary support levels
then the rodent population is likely still quite large. But one by one the
traps are springing. Winter winds grow, just as many of the pack rats have
found themselves boarded out. And the rat-catchers lamp has illuminated beady
eye shine in the rafters of the House of Morgan and of American Barrick. At
some point in the not-too-distant future the malnourished pack rats feeding
on currencies will resort to cannibalism. And gold will soar. Things are not
going well at vermin acres.
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