US Dollar sentiment data is in ....
Dollar haters = 97%
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yawn, yawn, yawn ... same-o same-o, the HERD repeats its folly over and over again just like it says in the bible of TA, wherein 50+ pages are devoted to charts with the chapter titled, "same old patterns repeating"
this time I'm talking about SENTIMENT patterns, a close cousin of PRICE but ONLY when in EXTREME mode. This "extreme" mode is when the HERD has value. At all other times its best to place them on ignore and dropkick them to the trash can.
so, when were the other times dollar death was being screamed vehemently, not only by the general PUBIC, rather by other governments like Cheeno, Venezuela and others?
March 2008
November 2009.
And what happened at these junctures? ET-ers were unanimously handed their dicks on a platter. Not the broke one however - remember, he be dead and broke already anyway.
Yeah baby, take me disappearing thru' the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Up to the windy beach far from the twisted reach of the crazy HERD
Then we forget about today until tomorrow
With our memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves

Dollar haters = 97%
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yawn, yawn, yawn ... same-o same-o, the HERD repeats its folly over and over again just like it says in the bible of TA, wherein 50+ pages are devoted to charts with the chapter titled, "same old patterns repeating"
this time I'm talking about SENTIMENT patterns, a close cousin of PRICE but ONLY when in EXTREME mode. This "extreme" mode is when the HERD has value. At all other times its best to place them on ignore and dropkick them to the trash can.
so, when were the other times dollar death was being screamed vehemently, not only by the general PUBIC, rather by other governments like Cheeno, Venezuela and others?
March 2008
November 2009.
And what happened at these junctures? ET-ers were unanimously handed their dicks on a platter. Not the broke one however - remember, he be dead and broke already anyway.

Yeah baby, take me disappearing thru' the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Up to the windy beach far from the twisted reach of the crazy HERD
Then we forget about today until tomorrow
With our memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
