The Important Matter of Outstripping You

Some are very good at explaining their ideas and methods, by example. It’s their gift of patience, greedy proclivities, or the fact that no one else will listen to them, that leads them to such a profession. Mind you, being a teacher is not a noble profession unless it’s done with good intentions. There are excellent teachers on this site, like ChessnWine, Ragin Cajun and Scott Bleier, who can walk you through ideas, like pissing in the breeze with ease. I, on the other hand, do not teach because I do not like to tell you anything.

It all started when I was a young boy, throwing 90mph fastballs at the heads of unsuspecting rivals. When I dropped the hook on them, making them swing and miss like school girls in the boys gyms class, they’d ponder how I learned to throw such a pitch. As far as I viewed it, it was none of their concern. As fate would have it, by senior year, my rotator cuff gave way, also leading to the birth of my quest towards financial wizardry. But, to be perfectly blunt with many of you (not all), I loathe the idea of teaching anything, for I feel as if my life is not complete. I realize this is a character flaw, which in turn keeps the fire in my stomach burning red hot. I can only tell you my habits and allow you to rent my financial tools (The PPT); but I am not ready to profess anything, as long as fuckers like DAVID TEPPER are out there banking billions through weak performance data.

In the world of twitter and smoke with mirrors, many claim to be the real deal. Being that I am mostly anonymous, I cannot pass judgement on the respective track records of any of my rival bloggers out there. However, I will tell you, emphatically, they are indeud dick suckers of the first order. Most of them have never held proper corporate employment and tend to live a very, shall I say, laissee faire life, sucking on twizzlers whilst declaring market wins. I am very sorry to tell you, your financial advice is unpolished and woefully inadequate, especially compared to the stuff published here on iBC.

If I was in your shoes, a Joe Public reader of sorts, I’d declare all other financial websites to be null and void, immediately, as their panache simply doesn’t match up to the Clam-like times we live in now. If I was you, I’d most certainly cancel any and all subscriptions held away from iBC and donate said soft dollars to Woodshedder, so that he too could celebrate Christmas this year.

In the big scheme of things, we’re all dipshits, some more than others. Everyone has an opinion, which most of the time is nothing more than a vote into a collective train of thought. There are very few out there who think outside of the cluster-fuck, if you know what I mean. I tend to abhor mankind, which is why I am able to outstrip you, every step of the way.