Pre-Market Briefing: Bats and Bombs, June 13, 2025, 7:16 AM EDT Fortified Compound
Dispatches from The Last Sane Bastard in This Casino
Strap in, you miserable degenerates—KingCAMBO’s unleashing a hideous, vengeful screed from the fortified depths at 7:16 AM! As foretold in last night’s wrap, the hopium’s evaporated, and the bats are circling like harpies over a carcass. And what’s really pissing me off—they’ve been beating Bitcoin like a rented mule for 24 straight hours, relentless as a pissed-off pitbull. More on that shitshow below… The June futures are a goddamn train wreck: Dow (YM) -488, S&P (ES) -68.25, Nasdaq (NQ) -305, and the VIX has rocketed to a screaming 20.67 overnight. Call the fucking authorities—this is chaos incarnate!
If there’s one thing I hate more than politics, it’s geo-fucking-politics, but here we are with Israel and Iran playing whack-a-mole—dropping bombs, launching drones, lighting firecrackers, and screeching “You hit me, I hit you!” Why can’t these degenerate fucktards calm down, trade some Bitcoin, and STFU? All we need now is the Orange Menace to lob a tweet missile and escalate this circus. And if that ain’t enough, the econ crap’s still splattering the tape today. Buckle up, you bastards!
Bitcoin’s Brutal Beating
BTC spot is printing $104,931.75 right now, clawing back from an overnight low of $102,746.01—for fucks sake, give it a break! It’s still in bull compression per my dope, but this beating’s testing its spine. My “short-termish” targets hold:
Upside target: $116,313.22
Downside risk: $98,504.80**
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• $106,088.63
• $107,043.66
• $107,998.69
• $108,476.21
Smash through those, and I’ll reboot my Flux Capacitor for higher targets. Will it rise or crash? Stock up on barf bags, you crypto clowns!
Stocks: The Pre-Market Bloodbath
Let’s shred these tickers, you bloodthirsty hyenas:
SPY at $597.25—broad market reeling, down from yesterday’s high.

QQQ at $485.10—tech tanking hard.
Created with TradingView DIA at $398.75—Dow dogs dragging the chain.
Created with TradingView CL-F (Crude Oil Futures) at $78.45—oil jittery with geopolitics. **Chart’s down today
OXY at $62.30 (per the finance card above)—Occidental sliding with the energy slump.

These are your war zones—trade ‘em if you’ve got the balls!
Market Movers: Panic and Puke
This pre-market’s a shitstorm—futures are cratering, the VIX is screaming, and geo-political bombs (Israel-Iran) are raining down. Add US Jobs Data (Non-Farm Payrolls, Unemployment Rate, Average Hourly Earnings) dropping today, and it’s a recipe for disaster. Survive this without Fireball whisky and questionable sundries, and you’re a goddamn warrior!
Engage, You Gutless Pikers!
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Final Word
This pre-market’s a shitstorm of bats and bombs—survive the geo-political and macro meat grinder, or chug that Fireball.
I am KingCAMBO, smoke ‘em if ya got ‘em, and that’s how I ROLL on this pre-market insanity!
King Cambo’s Fear and Loathing “Legal” Disclaimer: Alright, buckle up, you madcap truth-seekers, ‘cause I’m about to sling this disclaimer straight from the edge of a neon-drenched abyss, for you magnificent bastards, with a belly full of cheap whiskey and a mind like a chrome-plated slot machine spitting sparks. This ain’t no polite suggestion to buy or sell stocks, securities, or any of that Wall Street bullshit—it’s just my raw, unfiltered brain-droppings, spewed out like a busted fire hydrant. I’m a walking financial disaster, hemorrhaging cash on trades and investments like a gambler on a three-day bender. I might snatch up any stock I yap about here or dump it faster than a getaway car at a bank heist, and I won’t send you a postcard about it. This ain’t a pitch to buy or sell jack shit! I might own the names I’m ranting about, or I might not—could be bullish and empty-handed, bearish with a fistful of shares. Hell, assume I’m playing the exact opposite game you think, just to keep you on your toes. If I’m long, I could flip short before the ink dries; if I’m short, I might go long by lunch. No updates, no apologies—my positions shift like desert sands in a sandstorm. You’re out here in the wilds, solo, so don’t you dare lean on my blog for your big money moves. I’m a fringe-dweller, howling at the moon, and the publisher ain’t vouching for the half-cocked “facts” I sling. These ain’t the opinions of my bosses, buddies, or anyone else dumb enough to know me. I do my damndest to keep my disclosures straight, but I’m scribbling this after a few beers, maybe a shot of mezcal, so don’t bet your ranch on my accuracy. I tweak my posts after they’re live ‘cause I’m an impatient bastard, too lazy to proofread. Spot a typo? Come back in 30 minutes, it might be gone—or worse. And let’s get one thing crystal: I fuck up. “I fuck up a lot.” I’m saying it twice ‘cause it’s the only gospel I’ve got. Now go, you beautiful lunatics, and don’t blame me when the market chews you up and spits you out.