Winship

I like a lot of things, even some of you. If you are commenting on iBC, consider yourself “Fly approved,” as I thoroughly screen who I let into my inner circle. While some bloggers are happy to be told to “go fuck yourself,” just for the traffic, “The Fly” views iBankCoin as his parlor, where he entertains guests with tales of grandeur and events that bend the imagination to the very end of “imaginarium” (fuck you, it’s a word now). As you walk around my parlor, dressed in a tuxedo, white gloves and top hat, behave like a gentleman and you will be received with open arms. However, should you behave unseemly, your mustache will be knocked off with a fucking gravity hammer and your torso will be sent seaworthy.

As you can see, I nailed the market, yet again. Life is a game of peeks and troughs. You’ve seen me trough in some fucked up trades; but for the most part, I am in a perpetual state of winship. At 70% cash, long a few hundred contracts of TZA August 33 calls, cost basis ranging from $2 to $2.70, I believe it’s fair to say I nailed this downturn.

New policy dictates that the Overall Hybrid score will not be discussed here on iBC, out of respect for paying members. It is proper decorum to withhold such information from the non-paying meatloaf throwers. However, I will tell you now, and again, The PPT nailed the top to the exact day and has guided me to safety, AND MORE.

In closing, my DECK is getting clawhammered; but my BPFH is shooting higher, indeud. I am milking the guy on welfare, via BPFH, as if he was my cow, sitting in a barn, providing the neighborhood with fresh milk and cheese—retailed by yours truly (disgusting).