To me, this market is like the city of Detroit: fucking useless, better suited for toxic chemicals–a wasteland.

All of my smarts and know-how have meant nothing over the past two weeks. I drifted higher today, but not due to any ingenious move on my behalf. I was in meetings all day and had to run some personal errands. Had I been at the desk, I would have sold it all, then bought it back, then sold it again.

FUCKING SPASTIC IDIOT.

Through indecision and confusion, I found clarity. My thoughts don’t matter. The outcome has to be the same, like QE1 and exactly like QE2. All I need to do is be patient and willing to lose everything. If I am not willing to lose it all, I should not be invested.

Pussies never get the hot chicks. It’s always the person who is willing to be rejected, almost clamoring it, who is going to capture her (no caveman). The same goes for the stock market. If you have a good enough mind to pick some decent stocks and gain an advantage over your competitors, coupled with the willingness to lose big, you will be successful. I guarantee that.

The problem that most people have, however, is delusions of grandeur. Most men won’t know when they are used up, useless for picking stocks. We all go through peaks and valleys; but some men enter the valley and never come back.

My advice to those who have lost your mojo is simple: stop trading you fucking degenerate pig-bastards.