Reflecting on my True Calling

I should’ve been an assassin or vigilante, instead of this stock shit. At this point in my life, I cannot go around killing people because I have a family to raise. I am hoping by the time they are on their own, I’ll be able to pursue my true passion, which is afflicting harm onto others.

The innocents will not be touched, mind you. I’d simply go about my days tracking down child abusers, puppy killers and people who I find to be vulgar. You know the guy on the highway who cuts you off, just for the sake of doing it? I’d kill him too.

Overall, the upward surge of humanity shall continue–because there are more of us than there are of them. If, for example, the world were to be controlled by ISIS and people of their ilk, well then, I think it’s fair to say society would devolve into chaos and we’d roll back thousands of years of progress. The romans were more advanced than most of the ‘warriors’ who live in that part of the world.

Whether you like it or not, people, the barbarians are at the gate. Look around you. All you need is a spark for the primates to go ape shit and then they’ll be barging in on you while you’re eating supper, asking where the ladies are located for expeditious raping.

Wall street is an especially vulgar place to work, which is why I don’t work there anymore. I used to travel in and work in a nice big fancy building, bark at my sales assistants and give 50% of my income away to some loser in a three piece suit. Now I do my own thing, and often work from my home office, which lends a certain convenience to this harsh and terrible business.

This is a business of circumstance, skill and chance. Hard work is always something to toss out there, as a badge of honor for others to respect. But don’t throw that shit onto my desk. I’ll kill you for it, literally. If you’re gonna trade for a living, ‘hard work’ is a pre-requisite. Just because you spent 100 hours trying to build a house– that doesn’t mean said house is going to be built right. Do you know what I’m saying?

You have to be smart and ruthless to succeed here. The losses are part of the course and your wives are obstacles in your way to grandeur.

Never forget that and always remember that the only difference between the guy driving the lambo and your sorry hyundai driving ass is time, and a whole lot of circumstance–if you know what I mean.