by Michael Ballanger, Streetwise Reports:
“‘Tis one week ’til Christmas and all through the Street, Brokers are begging for the Donald’s next tweet. With benchmarks all causing the advisors such fear, They all need a jumpstart to rescue the year.”
I was sitting in my rustic abode on the shores of lovely Lake Scugog last evening, a houseful of family all revelling beautifully as outside the wind howled and the snow whirled while neither man nor beast dared venture into the frigid abyss of a vintage Canadian pre-winter, jet-stream-delivered, pre-Christmas storm. You see, I live in a small rural town located northeast of the City of Toronto at latitude 44°6′, which is approximately the same as Minneapolis, Minnesota, but nowhere as isolated (nor as wintery) as Edmonton, or Minsk, or Moscow, all of which reside at around latitude 55°3′. In the vernacular of brass monkeys, the weather outside here in Port Perry is emasculating at -16 C (3°F) but the weather in Moosonee, Ontario, which lies over 1,000 kilometres north of me in the SAME province, was clocked at -27 Celsius, which comes in at -16.6 F. That, my friends, is COLD weather.
Now, add the wind chill factor, which tonight here in the “Port” is severe as not only is it cold, we sit on the windward side of the lake, which means that the big northwest wind comes over the tree and roof tops across the lake and then barrels down in us with a vengeance. Fido can’t even get through the snow drifts caused by the wind to do his “business,” so he just walks back and forth until he can function and then, when finished, BOLTS back up the back stairs of the deck and howls at the patio door until let in. So WTF is the point of all of this drivel? Ladies and gentlemen, it is three days unto the first day of winter and I continue to read about carbon credits and global warming and how we should ALL drive electric cars. Three days until winter. . .
As Donald Trump continues to “drain the swamp” by adding more and more members of the Black Lagoon alumni (for all of you millennials or echo-boomers or carbon credit counters, Web search “The Creature from the Black Lagoon”), the last vestige of the Obama “Faith and Hope” movement are now observing Mother Nature at her omnipotent best; she is showing these kids (who vote with their “trust fund” brains) that no matter how many “Congressional Studies” are completed and read in session, Mother Earth determines when and IF GLOBAL WARMING is an “issue” with her. She sits up there in the clouds quietly watching the creatures—ALL creatures—that have an impact on HER planet and decides when and if a species should survive. The last time that Mother decided to change the status quo was when a bunch of the “Protestacockalus Flatulus” decided to tell “Tyrannosaurus Rex” that he was emitting too much methane after meals. She hurled an asteroid the size of the moon into what is now Sudbury, Ontario, in order to curb the methane by creating an Ice Age that exterminated the dinosaurs. I guess you really don’t want to piss off Mother Nature, now, do you?
University professors in our current society blame the indiscriminate use of “foul language” aimed at “vulnerable students” left outside of the “safe zones” as the reason for “societal breakdowns” and “suicidal memes.” My father, a lieutenant in the Royal Air Force in WW2, told me less than a decade ago that “you BabyBoomer pansies will raise a generation of men afraid of their own shadows and a generation of women that will resent it.”
I think that he was correct and I further think that many of my fellow Boomer Generation parents would agree with that. So when I walk outside my house in this little Ontario town that is a throwback to the Ontario in the 1960s, where parents in the supermarket introduce their friends to their children as “MRS. Shouldice” and “MR. Toms” and advise them that they should be addressed as such takes me back to my youth when the parents of all of my schoolyard hooligan pals were all addressed as “MR.” and “MRS.” Billy Brassard’s father was in jail throughout most of his grade school years and while Billy was a great schoolyard athlete and even better with his fists, he was really embarrassed that his old man was in the slammer. On Billy’s 12th birthday, Billy’s father showed up at the baseball diamond at Malton Public School and was greeted by all the parents not as “Peter” but as “Mr. Brassard” and we all shook hands with Billy’s father as “Mr. Brassard.” Whatever the parents thought of old “Lefty Brassard,” he was to be treated with respect by the children because those were the rules, plain and simple. Children treated ALL older people with RESPECT, be it the preacher, the school principal, or the car thief.
We are soon to be celebrating one of the greatest events in the history of the planet and one which has caused a great deal of controversy over the past 2,016 years. The mere arrival of a humanoid that had the uncanny ability to survive all odds and create a spiritual movement that would supersede Hinduism as the world’s most prominent religion is something that many young people would condemn. It is like looking at Niagara Falls and accusing it of being “environmentally unfriendly” while engaged in a “SnapChat” with a friend in Mumbai who chastises you for failing to see “the beauty in the water falling off the cliff.” Christmas is a celebration that seems to be under a great deal of fire both of the friendly AND hostile ilk. This year is no different as every non-Christian on the planet is trying to elbow their way into the Santa Claus queue because Ol’ Saint Nick is non-denominational and free stuff is, well, free stuff. I must confess however that the Christmas of 2016 is going to be one of the more “reserved” ones in recent memory and here is why:
This time last year, despite an absolutely brutal year for the precious metals and my beloved gold miners, I was genuinely excited as that $1,045 gold print in early December along with the multiyear low in the commercial net short position (at -2,911 contracts) was going to be THE bottom for our sector and one that could be bought for multiyear advances—and once the miners went through one final capitulatory regurgitation in mid-January unconfirmed by the physical metals, it was obvious to me that it was then time to go “ALL-IN” as I did with the GDXJ (VanEck Vectors Junior Gold Miners ETF) for that exhilarating move from $18 to $52. JNUG (Direxion Daily Junior Gold Miners Bull 3X ETF) was a split-adjusted tenbagger from the January lows to the late-August peak but at Christmas 2015, I felt really good about the outlook for this year, 2016.
Alas, here we are closing out the year with the HUI (NYSE Arca Gold BUGS Index) 47% from the mid-year high at 286 and still a mere 25% of the 2011 peak at 635. After grooming themselves for a magnificent year of outperformance back in August, the script I had been preparing complete with curtain calls and victory laps has been transformed into yet another December assault of tax-loss selling and portfolio rebalancing bringing pressure down upon the throats of the miners, big and small.
After the Trump victory, what should have been a December of portfolio managers chasing gold and silver stocks turned into a December where portfolio managers were chasing the banks because higher interest rates brought about by the post-election surge in yields were “bullish.” Well, yes, I get it that the steeper the yield curve, the bigger the margin for the lenders, but how on earth does Bank of America get marked up by 20% because the 10-year prints a 2.48 yield? Higher borrowing costs, by the way, are NOT good for business especially if borrowers are shutting their doors because higher borrowing costs are crippling their customers’ purchasing power.
I guess what really irks me this Christmas is that the miners were given a seven-month reprieve in 2016 after a near-sixty-month bear market of the “granddaddy” variety in which we witnessed not just “falls from Grace,” but rather total annihilation of projects, balance sheets, hopes, dreams and retirement plans over a very long and drawn out time frame. After bear markets of the magnitude of the last one, the new bulls tend to have big advances initially and then a pause/correction that typically flushes out all of the late longs and allows the early investors to replace peripheral positions before going for the next major advance.
As we close out 2016, the HUI is actually sitting on the precipice of a large gap zone representing the initial lift-off from the lows at 99.17 to around 150; if we don’t grab in here, tax-loss selling right up until the 31st could easily vaporize the 2016 gains made nine months ago. Now, am I forecasting that? No. However, I am calling it to everyone’s attention so that if it actually happens, I can cherry-pick it from today’s missive and tell everyone that I “nailed it” (like all the other gurus do).
Friday’s COT was no surprise in that it was before the big smash last week and while you can see that the open interest numbers are flattening out, that would appear to be because the Large Speculators have started to short the market as compared with last August when they were net long 294,000 contracts versus today at 129,000. So it looks like the Commercials are playing bat catchers to the Large Spec pitchers as long liquidation prevails going into year end. I think that with the Commercials STILL short a ton of paper “gold” versus this time last year, that it is still too early to expect that we are in as good a shape in terms of the COT structure today as we were on December 4th of last year with the Commercial Cretins at -2,911 contracts and the Large Specs massively short instead. Some of the brilliant minds out there say that gold will be weak right up until Trump’s inauguration but I think it will all be pretty much over by end-of-month. One sad thing is for certain from where I sit: the explosive cannon shot that the miners experienced in the winter of 2016 is going to be a very tough act to follow.
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