Since 2006, I’ve been telling the internets to fuck itself, for a variety of reasons. For one, I was young, belligerent, and wanted to get a few points across. It is a fact when one uses profanity to deliver a message, it gets amplified. People pay attention to the message when it is outlandish and I used this to my advantage.
Also, my children were young and not really into the world of internet connectivity. My wife, as I’ve stated here numerous times, hardly knows the persona “The Fly” exists. I don’t believe she’s ever bothered to read the site, as she’s too busy dealing with keeping up with the fashions of the day.
But I’m afraid all good and bad things must come to an end. This will be my final profanity laden post. Frankly, I don’t care to use words of the profane nature in the real world, so why use them here? While it’s true, I do partake in the profane when jostling with friends: I never use this sort of verbose at home, especially around the kids.
My vocabulary is much greater than yours and I do not need the application of the profane to have my message understood and amplified. I’m a bit older now and definitely more mature. I’m no longer hopped up on Monster Energy beverages and I certainly do not drink coffee. Most importantly, my kids are getting older and I’d hate to become a source of ridicule for them sometime down the road.
Since this is my final profanity laden post, I’d like to offer a special “fuck you” to a number of people who’ve supported the site throughout the years, helping Le Fly (as he’s popularly known in France) become a household name, a great topic of debate at dinner tables across the continents of North America, South America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Antarctica (fuck Africa).
The following people can fuck themselves:
The iBankCoin Staff
The iBankCoin IT Department, spearheaded by the Chevalier of Duluth, Vincenzo Illuminati
All Former iBankCoin Staff
All Readers and active participants of iBankCoin
All of the miscreants who I’ve banned throughout the years, all 2,000+
Howard Lindzon and his lovely sidekick Mr. Pearlman
All fucktards who follow me on Twitter
All of the homeless men who I’ve had the pleasure and honour of kicking down stairs and idle manholes
Old fuckers in wheeled chairs
The assholes who swore to God the SBUX-TEA deal would fall apart
TIM (both of them)
Karl “Blue Blazer Special” Denninger
The Kirk Report
Andy Swan and his stronger brother Landon
The Homosexuals over at SeekingAlpha
The Yahoo Finance Message boards and all of its trolls
Chart swing trader
The Globe and Mail (faggots)
The Daily Crux
The retarded folks over at Stock.ly
That asshole from New Zealand who may never be named
Business insider and their robot Joe Weisenthal
Brent Rose, actor extraordinaire who did “The Fly Show”
Investing Channel for selling ads on such a profane dwelling, supporting the 2nd amendment rights of our employee Woodshedder by allowing him to purchase assault weapons
Last but not least, I’d like to give a special “fuck off” to the assholes at WordPress who’ve made this blogging experiment run seamlessly throughout the years.
It’s the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. May the next era be filled with topped hatted gentlemen– strolling about these halls wearing white gloves armed with black canes, beating their pet monkeys about the cranium for shitting on the Persian rugs that we hold so dear.
UPDATE: Regrettably, in my haste, I forgot to offer a final “fuck you” to StockTwits founder and world class yachting racer, Soren Macbeth. Soren and I go back to the early 1980’s, when I’d blow up his tree houses with jelly jars filled with gunpowder. Today, Soren spends his time studying botany, in an effort to find a cure for homosexuality. It’s rumored that his beta cure is being used as we speak at the StockTwits HQ in sunny Coronado.