I feel like “grave-yarding” you fuckers in the comments section. This used to be a place where dignity meant something. Back in the old days of Fly on Wall Street, I never had to ban anyone. People came to the site with something to say, funny or smart. I used to allow some of you to guest blog for me on the weekends, take over the site, as I was (still am) uninterested in conversing with anyone during non-market days. Times were good back then.
But these days, I come to my own site, my home, and feel like projectile vomiting onto my screen, reading the crap that you people spew. You should all be ashamed of yourselves, but know it isn’t your fault. One hundred percent of the blame lies in the laps of your parents. A great man once said “you are either afforded with parents who could teach you right from wrong, or you are smart enough to figure it out on your own.”
Since all of you are as dumb as a bag of tomatoes, animals fending, mind you, for scraps–pining for attention: the fault lies where it should. Your fucking parents.
I would share market ideas with you; but it seems to me, you are more interested in debating the merits of your presidential candidates. Perhaps I should just leave the blog alone for a few days, while you boys mash each other up OVER THINGS THAT YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CONTROL OVER. Your votes mean nothing, they never did–jackass.
Pardon me for interrupting your moment of zen.