RE: Shorts21 Oct 2019 17:16
A wizened old man sat down next to Markparker at the fireplace and looked at him queerly "Shorts increased for a month, you say?" he barked, "well, to my eye they appear to have been increasing for about three, while the share price has steadily decreased over the same period. The price was too heady, I tell ye, attracting the beady gaze of bad mean shorters, and contemporaneously, sentiment had grown wary and fearful over the sputtering bull market, surely it was an endangered species, overdue for abrupt termination? So, sadly, noble handsome investors were persuaded they had to cut risk, and sold shares with tears running down their pretty flawless faces. The nasty shorters seeing their evil acts meet with immediate success, followed the money, crying out "Momentum! Momentum!" in harsh, unmusical voices. Truculent gits. But, courage, young radar enthusiast, because meanwhile, in offices and grottos all over Softwareland, the business was growing and prospering, the rebel alliance poised to strike back, so you gotta ask yourself: when and where will the freaking bounce occur?" Markparker looked into his beer glass, stared into the fire for a while, then turned to ask the mad old codger the answer to his riddle, but he had hobbled off to play strip skittles with the one-eyed barmaid.