You have been disciplined and dispatched.
Shame on you for misjudging the tape. From hereon-forth, all parties who were profligate with their stock market suggestions, over the past month, will be banished from the great halls of iBC.
I stand before you, towering with a magnanimous shadow, drinking wine from a human skull– but in no way content. Like a vampire on the prowl, I endeavor to sap the coin from your brokerage accounts and transfer it into my own. YOU WERE WRONG ON YELP, just like you’ve been wrong about your entire life.
I do not win due to luck, but design.
What you are witnessing now is normalcy for me. I can’t help but to win, in largess manner, with all of the pomp and grandeur that someone in my position might expect. I beg of you: bet against me. See what happens.
We are going higher, much to your chagrin (feel free to digress!), and I am now up 17.5% for the year.