I was reviled, abused, and outright laughed at by the investment community when, last January 5, I predicted that the S&P 500 would hit 6,000 by yearend, click here for the link. I was accused of sending out clickbait.

Yet here, ten months and change into the year here, we are with an intraday high today of 6,013.

Of course, in this business, you’re only as good as your last trade. So, the big question now is, what happens next?

The next two months are a gimme. The $8 trillion that has been sitting on the sideline is now pouring into the market. An S&P 500 target of 6,600 is within range. Speaking to fund managers around the country, the big concern was not over who won but whether we had a winner at all.

Three months of litigation with no outcome would have raised uncertainty to extremes and crashed the market. The risk of that scenario is now gone, which was worth a $1,500 rally in a day.

However, while the bull market continues, the targets have changed. As you will hear many times over the next four years, elections have consequences.

Falling interest rate plays are out. Don’t expect much performance from real estate, REITS (CCI), new homebuilders (DHI), gold GLD), and silver (SLV).

Deregulation plays are in. The good news is that this is a fairly wide sector. It includes banks (JPM), brokers (MS), money managers (BLK), new nuclear (CCJ), big tech that had been targeted by antitrust (NVDA) and (AMZN), and Tesla (TSLA).

Bonds are toast.

Promised Trump policies of tax cuts and spending increases will balloon the National Debt by $10-$15 trillion. The bond market is unlikely to be able to handle this amount of new issuance, especially with annual interest payments owed by the government already at $1 trillion. It is the second largest budget item after Social Security.

Selling into a national debt of $50 trillion is going to be completely different than selling into a national debt of $27 trillion when Trump last left office. This is the reason why major hedge funds are running Treasury bond shorts as their biggest positions, who were all Trump supporters and donors.

It all depends on inflation. This is not some far-distant theoretical thing. It is happening already. I got hit with several price increases today, and I am hearing about rises in other industries, like steel. The expectation is that a stronger economy can handle the price hikes.

So, the best case for bonds is that the (TLT) chops around here. The worst case is that we retest new lows at $82. It won’t help that the Federal Reserve is cutting interest rates by another 25 basis points on December 18. The Fed controls only overnight interest rates, not the 10–20-year bond market. Even if Trump appoints an ultra-dove as chairman of the Federal Reserve in 2026, bond vigilantes may have other ideas.

Then there is the matter of trade tariffs. I have been through many of these. Remember when Nixon banned the import of Japanese textiles in 1972? They don’t make textiles in Japan anymore because their rising labor costs drove that industry to China.

Trade wars are a negative sum game. There are only losers. The game is to punish your neighbors faster than they are punishing you. They shrink the pie.

If we raise tariffs on our allies, they will retaliate in kind. This will be a problem for big tech, which gets 50%-60% of their sales from abroad. Europe will target uniquely American products, like Captain Morgan rum. Notice that the brand owner, major exporter Diageo (DGE), saw its shares slaughtered last week. As a result, the price of everything here will soon start going up.

The (TLT) will be a great position to have going into the next recession. But the market won’t start discounting that for two or three years. That makes the (TLT) a trade for another day. In any case, there are better fish to fry.

Sell all (TLT) LEAPS now before they go down even more.

About that recession. Every bear market in my lifetime started with a Republican president. The pattern is always the same. Tax cuts, an excess stimulus, and deregulation lead to a higher high in the stock market as euphoria prevails. This leads to inflation, high interest rates, and recession.

This is not exactly an original thought. High rates caused the bear markets of 2008, which took the Dow Average down -52%, 2000 (-30%), 1990 (-30%), 1987 (30%). Previous bear markets in 1979 and 1973 were caused by oil shocks. 2027?

We shall see.

So make hay while the sun shines. The current euphoria binge will last three to six months. After that, we will need to reassess and start shopping for short plays among the most extreme moves, which I have already done with Tesla.

The bottom line for all of this is that equity returns for the next four years will be lower than the last four. If a recession hits, they could well be zero. This won’t be a problem if you get out at the top, as I did in 2008, 2000, 1990, and 1987. Conclusion: You need me now more than ever.

In November, we have gained a breathtaking +7.63%, thankfully because we went into the election with 70% cash and then poured money into deregulation plays. My 2024 year-to-date performance is at an amazing +60.77%. The S&P 500 (SPY) is up +25.73% so far in 2024. My trailing one-year return reached a nosebleed +69.73%. That brings my 16-year total return to +737.30%. My average annualized return has recovered to +52.98%.

I went into the election with two positions in (JPM) and (NVDA), which turned out to be great deregulations plays. I stopped out of my one interest-sensitive play in (GLD) near cost. I piled on new deregulation plays in (TSLA), (CCJ), and (MS). I also added a new short in (TSLA), taking advantage of a monster 60% implied volatility for the options.

Some 63 of my 70 round trips, or 90%, were profitable in 2023. Some 69 of 89 trades have been profitable so far in 2024, and several of those losses were really break evens. Some 22 out of the last 25 trade alerts were profitable. That is a success rate of +88.80%.

Try beating that anywhere.

My Ten-Year View – A Reassessment

On Monday, November 11 is Veterans Day, so banks, the bond market, and the post office will be closed.

On Tuesday, November 12 at 6:00 AM EST, the NFIB Business Optimism Index takes place.

On Wednesday, November 13 at 8:30 PM, the Consumer Price Index rate is announced.

On Thursday, November 14 at 8:30 AM, the Producer Price Index is out.

On Friday, November 15 at 8:30 AM, the Retail Sales are announced. At 2:00 PM the Baker Hughes Rig Count is printed.

As for me, I am writing this from a High Sierra peak at 12,000 feet in the at the beginning of winter. It is 15 degrees, and the wind is gusting at 70 miles an hour, turning my backpack into a sail and practically blowing me off the mountain. Over the side, the next stop is 1,000 feet below. I am thirsty, but the water in my canteen is frozen solid.

I had planned to follow my tracks in the snow back down to my car, but the wind had totally obliterated them. So, I am using an old-fashioned army compass to navigate back in total whiteout conditions. Good thing I got the letter out early today!

Actually, I am not writing this, I am thinking it. If I took my hands out of my heavy mittens, my fingers would freeze in seconds. Remember, no fingers, no Trade Alerts!

A couple of times a year, I feel the need to abandon civilization and contemplate the meaning of life while accomplishing a great physical challenge. For me, this is a mandatory religious experience.

This time, I attempted to emulate one of the great physical feats in history. In October 1847, the Donner Party’s wagon train was hopelessly snowed in at a Sierra pass. Starvation loomed. When word reached Sacramento, four rescue parties were sent out, only to be repulsed by driving blizzards.

Finally, a giant of heroic strength, the famous Snowshoe Thompson, who stood at 6’6”, broke through. He emptied his massive wood frame backpack of food and then stuffed it with the two smallest children he could find. He snowshoed back to safety 120 miles over three days, nonstop. The kids grew up to become the founding fathers of modern-day Marin County, California.

I thought, “Gee, I wonder if I could do that?”

So, I sought to replicate the feat, subject to a few modern compromises. Today, Interstate 80 sits astride Thompson’s original route. Instead, I determined to snowshoe 120 miles of the Tahoe Rim Trail around Lake Tahoe, with an average elevation of 9,000 feet. I figured that the 60-pound pack I usually carry was worth the weight of two kids.

My one concession to my advanced age was that instead of going nonstop or camping out at night, I would break the epic trek into ten days at 12 miles each. That allowed me to repair my Tahoe lakefront estate nightly to thaw out my toes, treat injuries, and get some shuteye. Howling winds keep you awake at night.

I fasted while accomplishing this, eating only 600 calories a day of raw fruit and nuts. I’m down about ten pounds since I began.

Hint to readers: almonds have unique, hunger-fighting chemical properties. Eat a handful before you go to sleep, and hunger pangs won’t wake you in the middle of the night. I plan on eating some industrial strength this Christmas, things like Tom and Jerry’s and See's Peanut Brittle, so I need to get ahead of the curve. (note to self: 223 calories in a cup of eggnog).

My friends call this a death march, make excuses why they can’t come, and worry about my sanity. I think of it as a cleansing and a general stocktaking, and I feel great! I always go alone. How many other 72-year-olds do you know who are in a condition to do this sort of thing?

Sure, I might break my ankle someday, die of exposure, and have my bones scattered by wild animals. Who cares? It would be a good death. It’s worth it.

The scenery up here is so spectacular that I almost didn’t feel the pain. Almost. On more than one occasion, while gazing at the endless shades of blue the pristine waters of Lake Tahoe offered, I tripped on my snowshoes.

Once, I landed on some tree roots, which cut right through to the bone in my left forearm. I managed to stop the bleeding by tying off a tourniquet with my teeth. When I got home, I then soaked the wound in Jack Daniels to ward off infection. It works every time! (see pics below). In a pinch, Stolichnaya Vodka works just as well. It’s an old combat first-aid trick.

While hiking along the East Ridge, succeeding mountain ranges in northern Nevada explored every shade of purple. I managed to summit each major peak around the body of water the Washoe Indians called “da-ow-a-ga”, or edge of the lake, which they considered the origin of the universe. Those included Squaw Peak (8,885), Mt Tallac (9,735 feet), Monument Peak (10,067), and Mount Rose (10,776 feet). When the trail got too steep, my trusty ice ax and crampons saw me through.

I was constantly reminded that I was in the “Old West” by the many artifacts I encountered. Prominent granite boulders displayed prehistoric Indian petroglyphs. I found a few abandoned log cabins, complete with potbelly stoves and canned food from the 1850s. Rusted-out cast iron mining equipment was strewn about everywhere, covered with snow. Along the old Pony Express Trail, one finds old horseshoes and the occasional ancient bottle turned purple by the sun.

Lake Tahoe supplied all the water and bracing wood for the Comstock silver mining boom of the 1870s. A hundred years ago, not a single tree was left standing, except for the southwest section of the lake owned by mining baron “Lucky Baldwin” who won it in a card game and made it his private retreat. It was all covered in meticulous and colorful detail for the Virginia City newspaper, The Territorial Enterprise, by a budding young newspaperman who went by the name of Mark Twain.

My ambitious goals often saw me hiking well into darkness. After the batteries died on my three backup headlamps, that flashlight app on the iPhone 5s proved a real lifesaver. It’s good for a full hour and illuminates the eyes of onlooking wildlife a bright yellow up to 200 yards away. 

One night, I got back to the car and found that my keys had frozen and were useless. So, I sat on them. In 15 minutes, the car flashed its lights, and the doors magically opened. There was barely enough charge to get the engine started, a trick I accomplished by holding the key right up to the ignition button. Toyota designs them to do this. It’s no fun getting stranded at 10,000 feet at 10 degrees in the middle of nowhere. No Auto Club here!

I often looked behind to make sure a mountain lion was not stalking me. Don’t worry. Only 20 people have been killed by mountain lions in California over the last 100 years. More are killed by their pet dogs every year in the Golden State, mostly by pit bulls. Besides, I am good at staring down mountain lions and black bears. It is just a matter of attitude.

The old souvenir stand for the Ponderosa Ranch, of the TV series Bonanza fame, is now the Tunnel Creek Station Café and mountain bike rental. Good luck to Patty and Max! The nearby Flume Trail offers some of the best cross-country skiing in the world.

Of course, I am not just thinking Great Thoughts during these hikes. An endless series of economic and market data points are constantly churning around in the back of my mind, and I occasionally reach a “Eureka” moment. I keep a pen and notebook in my pack so I don’t forget these earth-shaking revelations.

It was during a similar expedition up the face of the Matterhorn in the Swiss Alps (14,692 feet) last summer when I realized that the S&P was beginning a long run up that would take it to 6,000 by yearend. I’ll never forget the expression on my guide’s face when I stopped midpoint through an abseil and started feverishly writing notes. That little maneuver cost me a bottle of schnapps. The readers and Trade Alert followers prospered mightily.

What is this year’s “Eureka” conclusion? The stock market could keep going up into 2025 but with more volatility. This year was a cakewalk, as my 69.3% trailing return testifies. After that, stocks will be unable to ignore the consequences of a Trump election.

I have been doing this sort of thing since I was 22 and was in somewhat better shape. Then, I was one of the few foreigners attending karate school in Japan, learning the iron discipline and focus of samurai warriors, known as “bushido”. The actor, Steven Segal, studied at a competing school down the street.

Every February, we underwent “kangeiko”, or “winter training. This involved the entire class running the five miles around Tokyo’s Imperial Palace in a pack, suffering freezing temperatures, barefoot, every day for a week. When we returned to the dojo, we were hosed down with ice-cold water, our feet senseless, bloody stumps. Then we would train for three more hours.

The idea was that the extreme pain and exhaustion would deliver insights into us and the world at large. It worked. At least one current reader endured the experience with me and is still alive. Remember that, David? By the way, thanks for knocking out my front teeth.

On the way home, I stopped in Sacramento for a well-deserved double cheeseburger, fries, and chocolate shake at In and Out Burger. You can’t take this diet and health thing too seriously. Snowshoe Thompson would have envied me.

Well, next week, it is back to normal. I’ll be glued in front of my screens, scouring the planet for the next great trading opportunity, although I’m not sure I’ll find many. Buying market tops is against my nature. What are you supposed to do when all of your forecasts and predictions come true? I have a feeling that the answer is not to make more forecasts and predictions.

Perhaps the right answer is to take another hike. Anyone care to join me?

Your Intrepid Reporter

Good Luck and Good Trading,

John Thomas
CEO & Publisher
The Diary of a Mad Hedge Fund Trader