I don’t want to make this about me–because we’re all intertwined. But I have a certain ‘galactic presence’ here on the planet earth. For many years the sun shined on my face, as I typed fast–consuming unhealthy amounts of rib eyed steaks and monster energy soda. I could throw all of my money into the sea, then recover it all in an afternoon fishing expedition.
I do remember the pangs of misery, seeing my short positions get obliterated in late 2007, only to be vindicated and baptized in the blood of my enemies in January of 2008. But all of that is gone now. Although I am up for 2012, in the range of 16%, the fun has been sucked out (no blowjob) of the game, leaving me to edify myself with the memories of yesterday, trying to convince myself that they will come back.
I’ve been inured to dealing with halfway retarded CEO’s and coxcombical hedge fund managers intent on manipulating share prices for the purposes of self-aggrandizement.
The industry of stocks and bonds is as stupid as ever. Bear witness to analyst coverage sashaying (extra homo) in and out between the absurd intertwix with felonious profligacy.
I only remain in the markets to see it through, escutcheoned by owlish wisdom, accumulated by participating in 20+ years of stock market sweepstakes.
The luxuriant life of Le Fly can only be sustained, mind you, by the trail of tears provided by his enemies.
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