Where Are the Loud Mouths Now?

Indeud.

You little trollops were talking so much shit yesterday, as I graciously legged into silver stocks trapped inside cars filled with mustard gas. I braved the fumes and rode into work— long and worried— with egregious amounts of PSLV and AG. What did you do, pal?

See, that’s who I am and you’re nothing? Good Father? Fuck you, go home and play with your kids. If you want to be able to read here, you better pay attention to what I am telling you, else you fuckers are out.

I’ve been in this business for over 15 years now, banking coin without regard for limitations or the feelings of my enemies. In full candor, I show you my hand. In return, the very second my hand takes a hit, you little piss ants come here to revel in my frustration. Let me be clear (no Obama), I will murder you. Don’t fuck with me if you value your liver, for I will eat it with my ritz crackers.

A quick little update for you: This is the PERFECT environment for the refiners, following a sharp drop in crude. Hey, do you know what the crack spreads did this week, as crude plunged? They went up you fucking faggots. So, we have a scenario where gasoline is cheaper, profit margins are greater, and fears of demand destruction through $4.30 gasoline are abating—as prices come down. Needless to say, I am loaded up with WNR, ALJ and CVI.

Onto silver: there are a lot of silly fuckers leaning short. I expect to see silver trade up to $40, spitting in the faces of people like Jim “dumbass Asian pole smoking bow tie having” Rogers, Carlos Slim and Dennis Gartman. My favorites are PSLV, AG and EXK.