With the Dow nearing 13,000, the United Steaks of America clamors for more quantitative easing from the Fed. It’s been frightful out there, frankly, as the market tends to go down every so often. Generally speaking, people don’t like it when stocks go down. Having said that, I’m loaded up with this VXX and it’s giving me the fucking business. It is a 100% certainty that when I buy VXX the market is soon to explode to the upside. I am not mad at myself for it. Instead, it is something to behold, a marvel that cannot be explained through rational means.
Effectively, I stymied my chances at powering forward, hedging myself against success because I was “worried” about Spain and Italy crashing through the floor boards. Plainly, I permitted the “news” to get in the way of the media making up their own facts. As such, I now find myself 13% in the hole on this bitch of a whore, VXX, taxing me for all of my bread and wine.
Aside from that, I am progressively milking the farmer through LNN and enjoy the great leisure EL and EXK affords me.
I am 32% cash and 9% stupid, the rest is long stocks. I need EXK to melt higher; but the Gods deny me of my innate right to hedonism. They make it hard on me, teaching me the lessons of humility by running over my positions with Chevy Impalas (no Stocksage), every so often. As the once great Dog-Gods built pyramids in the desert, I too will erect (no WNR) great victories through purchase.
Give me a day or two to remove the webs of cob from my skull and you shall see some of the greatest trading of your pathetic lives!