Coming Down the Gravy Stretch

This is the week when “The Fly” de-robes and roams about his office, burning a profuse amount of incense, so much so the fire alarms awake Mrs. Fly, who will then panic and scurry about to get the children to safety. The bastard firemen will come to extinguish a fire that’s so hot, they will inform Mrs. Fly “that nothing can be done.”

I shall rip the gizzards out of those jive turkeys who’ve been squawking at me. This is the week when dreams will be made, shattered, and generally reconfigured.

The power of the Turkey Gods is an undeniable force to be reckoned with. Let the jackasses pop champagne corks into each others faces, celebrating Iranian peace accords and the first female chief at the Federal Reserve. We will ignore them and bank coin in stocks instead– because that’s our religion, political disposition, and goal in life.

Lesser men ponder the meaning of life, what their elected officials are doing and why Jesus Christ is so damned absentee. Men of letters, learned men, understand that the only thing that matters is personal progress through enterprise. In this case, our enterprise, gentlemen, is the stock market. Without possessing capital, you cannot make a difference in this world. You will loaf about the couch and bed wondering where your life went and how it ended up sucking so badly. While money may be the root to all evil, it’s also the elixir.

Having been on both sides of the fence, I can tell you there isn’t a moral advantage to being broke and disheveled.

So let us enjoy this week of massive celebration and vanquish our foes into the hard rocks, break their necks like poultry, and do it with a smile 🙂