September 13 ➠ Dumр these 12 stосks NОW ⧉

Just the 12 stосks I found using this indicator… [Stock Market Hour]( Sell, sell, sell! Not everything… Just [the 12 stocks I found using this indicator]( One is a tech company with deep ties to the Biden administration. But since ChatGPT launched, profits are down by over 37%. They've had to cut 27% of their workforce. And while the CEO says the company is for sale, analysts report there aren't any buyers. Don't get caught holding this doomed stock. The next bad actor: a popular app used to review restaurants has the potential to be flooded with fake AI reviews – ruining the legitimacy of the entire business. The company attempted to fight fire with fire – using AI to fix bugs in their software. But the AI found the app so poorly made it deleted the entire program. Sell it now. Another stock is down 19% over the past year. And if you ask me, it's because this well-known real estate software company was too late implementing AI alongside its competitors. It's a dead fish. 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[Play The Singularity Clock]( [Shah Gilani] Shah Gilani Chief Investment Strategist, Money Morning Dorian Gray glanced at the picture, and suddenly an uncontrollable feeling of hatred for Basil Hallward came over him, as though it had been suggested to him by the image on the canvas, whispered into his ear by those grinning lips. The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was seated at the table, more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything. He glanced wildly around. Something glimmered on the top of the painted chest that faced him. His eye fell on it. He knew what it was. It was a knife that he had brought up, some days before, to cut a piece of cord, and had forgotten to take away with him. He moved slowly towards it, passing Hallward as he did so. As soon as he got behind him, he seized it and turned round. Hallward stirred in his chair as if he was going to rise. He rushed at him and dug the knife into the great vein that is behind the ear, crushing the man’s head down on the table and stabbing again and again. There was a stifled groan and the horrible sound of some one choking with blood. Three times the outstretched arms shot up convulsively, waving grotesque, stiff-fingered hands in the air. He stabbed him twice more, but the man did not move. Something began to trickle on the floor. He waited for a moment, still pressing the head down. Then he threw the knife on the table, and listened. He could hear nothing, but the drip, drip on the threadbare carpet. He opened the door and went out on the landing. The house was absolutely quiet. No one was about. For a few seconds he stood bending over the balustrade and peering down into the black seething well of darkness. Then he took out the key and returned to the room, locking himself in as he did so. The thing was still seated in the chair, straining over the table with bowed head, and humped back, and long fantastic arms. Had it not been for the red jagged tear in the neck and the clotted black pool that was slowly widening on the table, one would have said that the man was simply asleep. How quickly it had all been done! He felt strangely calm, and walking over to the window, opened it and stepped out on the balcony. The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock’s tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes. He looked down and saw the policeman going his rounds and flashing the long beam of his lantern on the doors of the silent houses. The crimson spot of a prowling hansom gleamed at the corner and then vanished. A woman in a fluttering shawl was creeping slowly by the railings, staggering as she went. Now and then she stopped and peered back. Once, she began to sing in a hoarse voice. The policeman strolled over and said something to her. She stumbled away, laughing. A bitter blast swept across the square. The gas-lamps flickered and became blue, and the leafless trees shook their black iron branches to and fro. He shivered and went back, closing the window behind him. [Stock Market Hour]( Sometimes, colleagues of SMH share special offers with us that we think our readers should be made aware of. Above is one such special opportunity that we believe deserves your attention. Email provided by Finance and Investing Traffic, LLC, owner and operator of Stock Market Hour (SMH) To ensure you receive our email, be sure to [whitelist us.]( Need assistance? Our dedicated support team is just a click away! [Connect with us](mailto:support@stockmarkethour.com) now for a seamless experience. [--------------][--------------] [PP][Privacy Policy]( [TsC][Terms & Conditions]( [Unsub][Unsubscribe]( © 2023 All Rights Reserved. Stock Market Hour. 221 W 9th St # Wilmington, DE 19801 [Stock Market Hour](