No, it didn’t. But are we having fun yet? Prolly not if you’re one of the gumbies who treats bedtime stories like the Herald’s steaming pile of bovine faecal mass as reliable market intelligence. I promised last week we’d revisit the Game Stop story, once things had shook out some. And they have. Mostly what got shook out was the life savings of mug punters who jumped into the hot tub long after the smart money had wiped off its dick and walked away.
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