The Shit to Know Thursdays

You can feel it in the air again. That electricity. That animal hum that only shows up when the market gods stop pretending to be civilized and start throwing lightning bolts again. Charts waking up. Momentum heating. Trump tweeting. Oil screaming. Degens whispering to each other in the dark—“it’s happening again.”

The weak got washed out these last few weeks. The panic sellers, the paper hands, the ones who couldn’t take a little volatility—they’re gone. And what’s left is us. The survivors. The maniacs who see blood in the streets and smell opportunity. You can’t fake this feeling. The fire’s back in the pit. The juice is flowing again. The bull might be limping, but it’s still got horns, and it’s ready to gore.

So yeah… we’re so fucking back.
Time to remind the market who we are.

Oil
TRUMP HAMMERS SANCTIONS ON RUSSIAN OILL

Trump finally said “enough of Putin’s crap,” and boom: sanctions dropped like a bomb. Rosneft and Lukoil just got sent to the penalty box, and the oil market is losing its mind.

Brent’s flying, WTI’s ripping, and every barrel is suddenly holy water. Treasury’s telling foreign banks, “you touch Russia, you bleed too.” No more cheap Russian oil for India and China.

Europe’s hopping on the wagon, and the whole energy sector just got a steroid shot. The bull market found a new gym membership—courtesy of sanctions and spite.

Quantum
QUANTUMANIA NEVER DIES!

The Trump crew apparently wants a slice of the quantum dream—rumors flying about small stakes in QBTS, IONQ, and RGTI. Only ten mil a pop, but who cares?

The market heard “Trump” and “quantum” in the same sentence and sent those stocks vertical. Some Commerce suit tried to say “fake news,” but momentum doesn’t wait for confirmation: it just parties.

The street’s buzzing that Baron Trump was long quantum before it tanked and called in a family favor. Whether that’s true or not, who cares—the charts don’t lie, and these names are cooking.

High Flyers
QULLAMAGGIE’S SPECIAL PICK! UAMY

This thing is textbook beauty. United States Antimony—ticker UAMY—has been coiling up like a spring. It ripped earlier this month, pulled back smooth and clean, and now it’s just sitting there looking too damn good to ignore.

The volume’s tightening, candles shrinking, the vibe immaculate. You can feel the setup building pressure—like it wants to explode past that lower high and remind everyone how violent small-cap breakouts can get.

It’s the kind of chart that makes Qullamaggie smile in his sleep. If this one breaks with volume, the shorts are going to get sacrificed for our entertainment.

Joker’s Pick
THE NEXT BIG EARNINGS PLAY: PSIX

PSIX—Power Solutions International—has been sleeping ever since it got smacked down from its glory days near 120. But earnings drop November 6, and if they repeat last quarter’s fireworks, it’s going to be a redemption arc straight out of Hollywood.

The fundamentals have been improving, and if they smash those numbers again, this thing could rip faces off. Everyone’s asleep on it right now, but when it moves, it moves fast.