In the movie "Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb", there's this scene where Major T.J. "King" Kong, played by Slim Pickens has to manually fix the bomb drop mechanism on the nuke he's about to drop in Russia. He gets it working, and rides the bomb down down to detonation, like a bronco, whooping and hollering and waving hit cowboy hat around like he's having a grand old time. Then boom. Then the rest of the world goes boom, as the doomsday weapon goes off in a montage of nuclear doom.
I'm starting to feel like Slim there, watching the markets. Not a damned thing I can do about them. I've spent years pointing out various signs, but it's too late now. So I might as well get the popcorn and whoop it up as the folks who started this mess go down in flames so hard that they take the rest of us with them.
See you all in the post-crash Second Great Depression. (I call dibs on the name GD2.)