Boy! Prepare for Powell's Proclamations: A Monetary Odyssey

Sintra Summons: A Gathering of Whispers

Hmph. Powell speaks. Again. At the European Central Bank no less. Sintra they call this… place. A gilded cage for men in suits no doubt. They gather to discuss the ‘global economy,’ a beast as unpredictable as the Valkyries themselves. Boy fetch me my axe. This will be a long day.

Interest Rates? I've Seen More Exciting Torture Devices

The Federal Reserve stubborn as a Draugr holds its ground. Interest rates remain… stagnant. President Trump a mortal with the subtlety of a charging Minotaur demands lower rates. 'Lower them!' he likely bellows. But Powell like a shield wall remains firm. This patience... I do not understand it. 'We are well positioned,' he proclaims. Positioned for what? More endless debates? This is madness!

The Ghost of Rate Cuts: A Lingering Threat

A rate cut... A phantom hanging over them all. Like the ghosts of my past it haunts their every decision. They dance around it speak in hushed tones but the specter remains. 'Hope is a dangerous thing,' I remember. But perhaps fear is more so.

Jobs Data: The Mortal Test

This 'jobs data' they speak of… A mortal invention no doubt. They place so much importance on these numbers. I have faced Titans and Gods and these mortals tremble before… statistics. Bah! Still it is wise to understand their obsessions if only to anticipate their next foolish move.

CNBC: The Oracle of Coin

CNBC. The mortals' chosen oracle for all things coin and currency. They will broadcast Powell's pronouncements dissecting every syllable like vultures picking at a corpse. I shall watch but I trust no mortal's interpretation. Trust only yourself boy. And maybe your axe.

Prepare Yourself Boy! The Forum Begins!

The time approaches. 9:30 a.m. ET. The talking heads will squawk the numbers will dance and Powell will speak. Gods give me the strength to endure this. 'Close your heart to it,' I tell myself. 'Close your heart.'