The economic calendar for Wednesday features nothing in particular — farm prices and pending home sales top the marquee — implying that today almost surely will be another snoozefest on Wall Street.  Index futures were revved up to about three rpms with two hours to go before the opening bell, and there was little change in the E-Mini S&Ps, Gold or T-Bonds. Even the unicorn stocks, criminally rigged by institutional arse bandits to provide thrills, chills and spills, are merely treading water with fractional gains or losses at the moment. Perhaps The Players will return to their desks on Tuesday, the day after Labor Day, with something on their tiny minds? In any event, summer will be over and the focus of America — even moreso than now, if such a thing were possible — will be on the election. Being in solitary confinement or a state of coma is about the only way one could escape this, but heaven help us if there is any real news coming in the next two months to distract us from the surreal, asphyxiating tedium of campaign coverage that has featured at least one who-the-hell-cares headline story per day for more than two years.