[johnforbes]

As the rain fell this afternoon, the droplets struck the cardboard boxes which Mr Forbes duct-taped together as the stock market dropped.

Irrational investors misinterpreted the long game of Trump's tariff policy.

The bad news is that Mr Forbes had to once again move into his cardboard box shack down by the river, and once again use tomato cans tied together with a string for Internet access.

Though misty eyes, the weeping Mr Forbes spent the gray afternoon pondering his destiny.

Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous bad fortune in the S&P, or to take arms aainst a sea of troubles and, by opposing, end them.

Feeling a slight ache in his taut, tawny back from lifting weights, Mr Forbes has now resolved to summon his nurse Inga.

Inga, a RN and former professional bikini model. has been brought in to assist Mr Forbes in his transition to poverty if the stock market continues to go down more than a Bill Clinton intern.

[johnforbes]

Just as Mr Forbes was duct-taping another, larger cardboard box, the tariffs were paused for negotiation, and the stock markets went up dramatically.

Thus, Mr Forbes may be moving out of his new cardboard box edifice down by the river and back into the architectural magnificence of his usual residence.

Thoughts?