In early 2009 I started going long stocks at the height of the credit crisis, give or take a week or two (some of you are just so sensitive). Do you remember what stocks I started buying?
Survey says:
GUNS!
I started buying Sturm, Ruger & Company [[RGR]] , Smith & Wesson Holding Corporation [[SWHC]] and Big 5 Sporting Goods Corporation [[BGFV]] , because I was past the point of caring. The way I figured, we were on the verge of a massive “ape-rape” and KING COCK needed to get his trade on, by way of an armed revolution. The trade was the easiest of my life, since it was do or die. If we shit the bed, there was a 10 out of 10 chance that people would start shooting thy neighbor in the face for warm winter blankets. If we didn’t shit the bed, everything would go up in unison and we’d all smoke weed, drink beers, and yell at the TV again, over idiotic football games or stark raving gay reality teevee shows.
Back then, I packed up my shit, put it in my spaceship (made from 100% dynamite), and headed out for the fucking Sun. I just went. No looking back or second guessing—just outer space exploration. By the way, I am still on my journey and I still don’t give a fuck. Sure, I have lots of money to slap people in the face with, if I chose to go that route. I guess it’s due to my modest upbringing and the fact that stock picking has always come easy to me (since 10 years old, motherfucker); but money doesn’t infect my mind like it rips through the souls of some of you clam fucking, backstabbing asshats. Just thinking about how lame some of you bottom feeders are makes me want to vomit on some random homeless guy. Hey, I’d be doing him a favor; it’s fucking cold outside and vomit is warm.
I value loyalty 10x more than hard currency.
The point I am trying to make, ever so boldly, I still have my fucking foot on the gas, heading straight for the sun, via egregiously large long directional trades—sans the hedges (they’re for bitches). Get in my way, I’m liable to “moon-stomp” craters into some of your faces.
Tune in tomorrow, when Senor Tropicana will invite you to his coin minting castle, much to the chagrin of the enemies imprisoned in his “detainment catacombs.”
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