And one of them is asking the CFTC to sort the whole damned mishegas out.
The customer is always right.
While we're embracing the madness of the great unraveling, let's trade some Bitcoin futures.
Round 6 million of "Hillary Clinton is close to Wall Street."
All I need are some tasty waves, a wicked spoofing algorithm, and I'm fine.
The whiners have won at the Chicago Mercantile Exchange. You won't be able to buy grain or soy futures in the Windy City from 2:15 in the afternoon to 8 at night.*