Most websites offer their readers trinkets, selfishly for sale– in an otherwise underhanded way of offering undo/undeserved salutatory praise for ridiculous blogging ‘accomplishments’.
“The Fly” views his blog, as most things in his life, to be nothing more than ornamental decor, in a world filled with gratuitous items. The lot of you are considered to be my great big human fish-tank, reacting in certain ways to a series of phrases and words that I happen to concoct out of the blackness of my heart.
Other financial blogs are stupid, plainly. They carry on about their importance in a world that is more likely to stick their heads on an SEC sponsored spike, than to honour them with a cemetery named after their surname. The entirety of the financial television circuit is filled with cocaine addled, ‘white monkeys’, jockeying to outdo one another in a never-ending rat race for molded cheese.
You serve as fantastic caricatures of everything that is idiotic in finance.
I, on the other hand, offer games, in the form of ‘STOCK MARKET CONTEST’, and will give you a prize of $2,000–to be split amongst two fortunate participants (for the sake of increasing the odds of winship). I offer these games, exclusively, to the gentlemen/ladies of 12631, not because they are better than all of you–but because they are the finest people that I know.
You should know, to become a member of the famed 12631 club, one must be a member of the infamous PPT, a smoked filled room where “The Fly” tells tales of The Devil and where Chuck Bennett disseminates ‘for eyes only’ information.
I’d offer this contest to you, the unwashed–I truly would. However, as luck would have it, the Board of Directors of “The Axiom” strictly prohibited any company funds– from our holding company– to be granted to members of the “D-class”, just prior to embarking out for sea, in an unnamed vessel, for a period of time unknown to me.
Therefore, as you can see, the games shall commence, effectively on 11/12/12 through year end, specifically for the men with the most decorative top hats. All others are free to gaze in amazement, clamoring for a piece of the action in thought only.