Everyone
loves a bargain, and everyone loves the only game in townthe game where
the risk/reward ratio is perceived by the faithful to be 100 parts reward
and 0 parts risk, the game where the players view the path ahead as paved
with gold and believe participation is the only requirement for future
success, the game where those late to the party are the biggest fans, the
game where charlatans in search of a fast investment banking buck cloak
themselves in an air of respectability and charm the unsuspecting with
glowing research reports based more on fantasy than fact, the game which
has replaced baseball as the national pastime.
In days of yore, in a long lost time when
participants still contemplated the relationship of market valuation
levels to historical norms and in a forgotten era when brokerage house
"buy" ratings were based on an analysis of the underlying
fundamentals rather than on an analysis of the investment banking dollars
to be gained, market participants knew that there were no guarantees, no
easy ticket to the promised land of the good life. They played the game
with a knowledge that can only be gained by experience, knowing that
parabolic climbs were most often followed by blood curdling declines,
knowing that nothing lasts forever, understanding that there are times
when gravity will win out and will prevent the ball from bouncing back to
the lofty levels it once so easily attained.
Today, in the golden era of bits and bytes, of
digital dreams , of overnight paper billionaires, the lessons of the past
are often overlooked, the laws of gravity held in contempt, the
participants lulled into complacency by their ride on a rising tide, the
boastful confusing trading skill with the fortuitous luck of entering the
game on a sunny day. Today, when the going gets tough and gravity exerts
its pull on the bouncing ball, the tough and not so tough get going
to
their nearest phone or computer terminal to bark out buy orders to their
broker, confident in their belief that Annie was right, "The sun will
(always) come out tomorrow".
The unwavering faith of current day participants
that "what goes up, will always go up", when combined with the
age-old tendency of the inexperienced to disregard the commonplace warning
"past performance is no guarantee of future performance" has
magnified the divergence between the performance of the narrow strata of
brokerage "analyst" pushed crowd pleasers and the
underperforming broader market. In recent weeks, when the going has gotten
tough and the buy on the dip faithful have dutifully and mechanically
arrived to save the day, their buying has been concentrated not in the
markets true bargains but rather in the markets most overvalued
sectors, namely technology, Internet, and biotech-- pushing these sectors
further into the uncharted waters of record valuation levels.
Neither the gravitation towards the most highly
"touted" stocks nor the leaving of historical valuation methods
by the wayside are surprising, for they are events which routinely occur
when widespread knowledge of the longevity and strength of a trend inspire
mass public participation, creating a mass frenzy of buying which
culminates in a blow-off top similar to that seen in technology stocks
during December.
After an initial parabolic upward thrust,
blow-off tops will often culminate in a period of widely volatile
distribution as money passes from weak hands to strong hands, from the
experienced to the inexperienced late-arrivers who have been lured to the
"game" by the scent of easy money.
The markets current phase of distribution is
likely to continue until Tax Day, April 15th, as strong inflows
continue to provide a cushion that counters the waves of selling by
experienced hands.
The numerous cracks that have begun to appear in
the market: from the breakdown of 2/3 of the Dow Industrials (the past two
days cyclical dead cat bounce notwithstanding) to the freefall of the
Transports, from the breakdown of Internet leaders AOL and Yahoo to the
signs of a top in many tech leaders, suggests that the road after April 15th
will take a turn for the worsethat perhaps the chorus line singing
"The sun will (always) come out tomorrow" would be well advised
to bring an umbrella.