Early this morning, by the grace of the Lord, I sold out of VXX. Had I held into the bell, my daily losses would have doubled. Hence the term applies: “The Fly” won, even though he lost.
I then sat there, in a quasi-stupor, speaking with simple creatures throughout the day, jib-jabbering about the market, aimlessly without purpose. Then I had an epiphany, as I sipped on a tall mug filled with Earl Gray tea.
It’s Tea Time bitches!
I had a vision that I’d make grande sums of money in the name, as the rally extended itself into next week, wreaking havoc upon those who are heavily short names with large short positions.
I took action and bought up some shares in the Teavana corporation, as if a rabid dog was biting my leg until I pressed “buy.”
Not content with just one stock, I ventured off into hell and looked at The Devil’s portfolio. I saw a sea-change in the shares of VHC, as it held onto gains, disrespecting the bears who try to weazen it on a daily basis into the bell.
I then purchased a grande sum of VHC, aligning myself with the dark forces who intend to afflict pain unto short sellers, in the weeks and months to come.
At the end of the day, I was up about 0.5% for the day, woefully underperforming the broader averages; but still up more than 20% for the year, boasting a cash reserve of no less than 30% (no #timestamp).
Finally, tomorrow is the day when the iBC cognoscenti meet for an evening of rib eyes and wine, in NYC, hosted by yours truly. We will discuss many things, but share very little with the likes of you. As you know, iBC is in a state of war, perpetually, as our enemies test our resolve through orthodox methods; we intend to dispatch them under our moats and unleash our hordes of boar to devour them whole.