That fucking bastard of a hurricane, the DEACON OF DEATH Irene, has radar on my ass and is gunning for NYC now. Remember, I was just in Turks and Caicos and missed her punches by just one day. It was, seemingly, the perfect trade. However, as fate would have it, mother nature has a bone to pick with me, rightfully so. I’ve been a big supporter of natural disasters for many years now, having placed large monetary bets on the sheer destruction of bullshit southern states.
But now she is gunningĀ for me. What to do?
Well, the good news is, I couldn’t care less about my current living quarters. May she enjoy ripping my house from the foundation and tossing it into the Atlantic. So you know, I’ve already secured dry quarters in central Pennsylvania and will enjoy watching Irene fuck up my house, from the luxury of a very dry and distinguished hotel room.
As this pertains to WNR: BUY, BUY, BUY (No Cramer).
Are you people fucking nuts, selling WNR ahead of a storm that is going to punch NYC in the nose? WOW. This is a refiners wet dream, due to safety of southern refineries, as prices are set to surge. In my estimation, this could be the tipping point for crack spreads, finally forcing asset managers to “get their share” of the billions to be made from fleecing the average shlub at the pump.
Thanks to VHC, GSVC and a benign WNR, I am +1.5% today—putting my year to date gains over 10%.
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