A prophecy in free fall
DUMPNALD TRUMP
He promised the biggest red candles. The chart complied.

At the opening bell, he grips both temples while every arrow chooses the basement.
Foretold Downturn
Springfield aired the warning years ago. Nobody filed the paperwork. Now Dumpnald reports for duty in a navy suit, red tie, and total disbelief. At 9:30 the first candle turns red. By lunch, the arrows have found a lower floor. He calls it historic, unprecedented, and exactly according to prophecy. The market calls it Tuesday.
Wish You Were Up
Dear bulls, the executive desk remains occupied and the recovery plan remains under the blotter. Dumpnald has inspected the chart, blamed gravity, and ordered another dramatic arrow for the afternoon briefing. Please forward any green candles to the lost-property office; none have been seen since breakfast.
Believe him. The candle knows.