Five Years of Winship

VHC is vacillating, not wanting to trade down despite market forces. If you’re long the stock, you have to understand this is a longer term story, one that requires the virtue of patience– as the shorts get delivered one death blow after the next. The Devil owns more than 1 million shares of the stock and has never even thought about selling some, even though his cost is $20. Very soon, iBC will be welcoming back Chuck Bennett and The Devil into the realm of high precision blogging, coming to terms with the latter for an extended period of time. This took much negotiation, I’ll have you know. More on that later.

What you need to know now is the market is sick. It doesn’t want to trade higher–because there is more risk in the system than reward. The only reason why I am not balls to the wall short is because of the Fed’s active hand in the markets. To reduce my risk, I’ve opted for 50% cash, and a heavy focus on VHC, silver and guns.

Today makes five years of blogging at iBankCoin.com. My expectations have not been met, exceeded or fallen short. I never started the site with the intent to monetize it. I never went out to raise capital, hoping to become a Business Insider or Muppet Show. I have my own money and don’t need funding from the likes of homo-retarded VC’s whose only interest is to sell to the highest bidder. iBankCoin is about truth and prosperity, a wave of honesty in a sea of lies, stabbing the weasel in the face because it was made possible.

The PPT was never intended to become a million dollar product. I had my world famous programmer, VINCENZO ILLUMINATI, create it to help me doing research for my own business. Then I realized other people would like it, so we retailed it out at a rockbottom prices– and have never raised them despite numerous upgrades. It is, without a doubt, the world’s best financial tool. The next iteration is going to blow your brains out from your skull.

Imagine you have a meeting with a very rich client. You are dressed to the nines in your Hugo Boss suit, tailored to perfection, hair cropped perfectly and shoes polished to resemble mirrors. As you walk into a Michelin 3 star rated restaurant to meet with him, some guy slaps you in the face with a paint brush, saturated with blue paint. I’m that guy with the paint brush, pal. The rest of you bloggers out there are nothing more than empty suits, clamoring for a meeting with some rich guy.