I get lots of unsolicited emails, mostly good. A very small minority of you would like to see me perish in fires or drown in an ocean, eaten alive by crocodiles–starved to death inside of a trunk. However, the vast majority know greatness when you see it. Ergo, I am praised by many, hated by few.
Some of you equate my stock market actions to the heroic storming of the beaches of Normandy, or the dropping of the atomic bomb over Nagasaki. Others believe “The Fly” to be a prophet, here on earth to ingratiate himself with vast splendour and unparalleled riches, sharing with you, the plebeian reader, along the way.
The truth is somewhere in the middle. “The Fly” is an action hero, fighting enemies and conquering them through extreme acts of financial violence. He’s like Captain America, Batman, and Spider-man, wrapped up into one giant atomic bomb over Nagasaki.
I do admit, rather freely, however, that comparing me to the legendary soldiers at Iwo Jima is a bit much and a tad insulting to the valor demonstrated by those men fighting with the savage. However, I do suffer from formidable pangs of misery, advanced torture methods inflicted upon me that can be no different from criminal acts of war against hostage POWs.
That being said, I am faster, stronger, and smarter than all of you, which is why you are “the reader” and I am the founder and author of a world class financial website, whose sole purpose is to teach idiots how to bank coin in the stocked market, a rigged game in a hallway filled with smoke and mirrors and trap doors and false ceilings. Believe this, without me, you would be in very dire straights, loitering about homeless shelters in search for hot bowls of chowder and stale bread.
Alas, that is not the case and my immortality insures that you and future generations of your ilk can and will be rewarded with the ever-lasting fruits of my calculator-like brain, an IQ of 155, speed reader, and commander of all things pertaining to equities.