Both August and September are the worst months for stocks. Around this time of the year, I always plan to go on vacation, in my head I sell all of my stocks, and take a break to avoid the tomfuckery. But I always get sucked in, thinking “this time will be different.” After all, the market has to buck the trend sometime, right?
We are going the fuck lower and I will not be fooled by this faux rally. The markets are near new highs and earnings have been the worst in a decade. What the fuck am I missing here?
Everything seems to be very calm and cool. The summer breeze rifling through your hair, as you trade from your Ferrari, speeding with the top down, doing 250mph. Next thing you know, your car transforms into an accordion against a titanium wall, crushing your stupid fucking face like a pepsi can under an anvil.
“The Fly” shall not be tricked, not this time, not ever.