The celebration started too early. Markets surged, headlines cheered a “deal,” and for one dizzying afternoon it felt like pain had been postponed, not rearranged. But beneath the rally, a quieter dread took root. What if this wasn’t a reprieve at all, but an accelerant? What if the move meant to calm investors ended up overheating everything else? The jobs data didn’t whisper; it screamed. The neat story of a cooling economy shattered in a single report, leaving one brutal question hanging over every trading desk, kitchen table, and campaign war room: how much more heat can the system ta… Continues…
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