I do not just like the name "chiru" because it is similar to my own name "Duru." This story of the faked photograph has dropped at a time in which I find myself mired in deeper and deeper disbelief at the action and events swirling in the stock market.
So to start the metaphor, think of the little chiru as us, the retail investor, the American consumer. The speeding train high above the life of main street is all that is bad with the economy and the financial markets. It is a speeding train to somewhere we know not. All we want to do is graze, take care of our families, and put in a good day's work. But this train roars from above at periodic intervals, seemingly random intervals. Its rumble from afar swells those of us who care with fear, its appearance sends all of us scrambling for cover, and its passing replenishes the hopeful amongst us with relief that the terror has passed. Can we figure out a way to peacefully coexist with this train (wreck)?
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