[9 AM, Manhattan Coffee house private room. Rotund man speaks to a group of NY Bank Silver trading desk employees. Door slightly ajar.]
Printer-That-Be: Silver too. I don't want you to even see a newspaper, let along read one. Tripe! I print the money. May as well say I print the news... But you dare not.
Silver Trader: Sir... Boss, the numbers were really bad.
Printer-That-Be: [Roll eyes] Listen my young lad.
Silver Trader: The news was awful.
Printer-That-Be: [Furrow brow] What is it going to take? I script the narrative. Talking points. The news concocts their story. They sell it. How bad is it? Their writing is pitiful.
On Unemployment number days, I want gold & silver down. On important Fed meeting days, I want gold & silver down. On expiry, I want gold & silver down... Mid month for GLD & SLV... Last week of month, COMEX ®. Have you not heard of the Rubin "Strong Dollar?"
Are there any questions?
Silver Traders: [In unison] No sir!
[Rotund man fastens his briefcase. Makes hasty exit scurrying toward Liberty Street.]
[Traders guzzle last of their coffee.]
Disclaimer: Mark Twain (1835-1910-To be continued) is unlicensed. His river pilot's license went delinquent in 1862. Caution advised. Daily Paul ☑
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