The flatulence that ended the week rendered the markets too uninteresting, even, to keep us guessing. We’d have a better chance of detecting excitement putting our ear to the ground at a cemetery. It was that kind of Friday. I’d suggested here earlier that a dull day could be prelude to a ‘Pearl Harbor attack’ on Sunday night. Yes, that would be lovely indeed, since it’s been a while since the Masters of the Universe have gotten more than slightly bruised, let alone bloodied. But it would probably take a very unsettling headline to start things rolling, since the charts themselves have practically flat-lined. There’s no point in our trying to predict the news, but please note that the usual mayhem — i.e., “Shooter kills 117, film at 6:00!!” — is unlikely to cause much of stir in the heartless precincts of Wall Street.
