Gold and Silver were getting pounded in the middle of the night, although index futures were down only enough to suggest that Da Dirtballs were shaking out sellers. Their by-now-familiar trick is to make certain that the contracts they’ve stolen from widows and pensioners in the wee hours can be short-squeezed higher with almost no resistance before the opening bell. The (small) gamble is that sunrise will not bring word of Europe’s demise.