I AM A WINNER

I own a small position in ICPT. But it’s down so god damned much, it is having a material effect on my day. Biotech stocks are the playground of devils, both long and short. You shouldn’t ever go long any in size, unless of course you’re interested in having a triple bypass surgery at some point in your life.

Everything looks weak, aside from oil. There is something to be said about diversification, mind you. The very shares that once served as an albatross for me are now helping to stem my losses. DVN, SLCA and TRN are all higher. I own some WFM too and that’s higher. But, all in all, GPRO, ANET and MU have shaped my day, etched in the granite of vampires, and I am bleeding red today–off by 1.1%.

Believe you me, there is nothing more coveted by me than to see the faces of my enemies liquidated by the violent cults of bull market followers. But today is not the day to celebrate, but to mourn.

Last night, I’ll have you know, I won several hundred dollars, maybe about $400, playing roulette. The funny thing about gambling is I walked away feeling victorious. Had I lost $400, I would have felt the pangs of death scratching at my temple. But here I am now, in the real world, down hundreds of thousands of dollars, tens of thousands of personal money, and I don’t even break a sweat. We, as speculators, are desensitised to the fluctuations of the market and our subsequent losses and/or gains.

Why is that?

I’ve gambled before–but always have done so sparingly. I’ve never lost any money at it–because I’ve always played the odds correctly at the roulette table. At the end of the day, Las Vegas is a place built upon the bones of the mentally addled, persons spanning the continent in search for riches and sport. I, on the other hand, speculate in the stock market on a daily basis.

I create my own odds and have made a fine living doing it.

While some of you waste away at the poker tables, losing sums of money that force your wives into divorce, and yourselves into a disheveled life of wanton alcoholism and/or male prostitution, “The Fly” plots his next move in the stocked market.

After the bell, ANET reported blow out, and I mean blow out, numbers. However, Morgan Stanley permitted an early release from the lock-up period for non-executive employees. This, of course, is an absurd reason to sell stock and I need to address this now.

I see the lot of you on the internet, always citing lock up periods as a legitimate reason to sell stock. Did you know when the lock up period for YELP ended, the stock soared 30% that day? It was a short squeeze, a trap of sorts, and it laid waste to anyone who played the event. When a company comes public, employees get to cash in on their stock options. This has happened since the beginning of the stock market and is an asinine reason to sell shares in a company that is performing.

A pox on the lot of you, the ones at the pokered tables and the ones selling ANET in the after hours. “The Fly” seeks revenge of the sordid varietal and he shall have it before the month is through.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPN7J369RNI

I am Santa Claus.

I added to my GPRO position out of pure, unadulterated, greed and avarice for materialistic items.

Upon landing in Las Vegas, I was greeted to a man spitting on the ground. He had a hat turned on backwards, unshaved face, and generally looked like a bedraggled microbe. I rented a car, in order to avoid having to enter the cars of strangers. I then drove to my destination and was once again greeted by unshaved men, who angrily smoked upon cigarettes while aggressively losing money in the slotted machines.

As you can tell, “The Fly” has never been to this place called Las Vegas and he finds it to be contemptible, a safe harbor for neanderthals clad in black silk button down dress shirts. Any proper man would immediately leave this place, for something more along the lines of a real city, with people who have clean faces and reserve spitting for their bathroom sinks.

After all, if you are interested in gambling, why come here to lose? You have a far greater chance at scoring huge buckets of cash with The Options Addicts weekly YOLO plays, if you ask me.

Throughout yesterday’s trading session, Le Fly was greeted to severe battle axes about the cheeks and gums, with GPRO, BALT, TRIP and ANET cratering hard–as the market ripped higher. Do not be fooled by the general indices; there was significant distribution in a number of high beta names.

Truth be told, I expected drops in both TRIP and BALT, which is why I started small positions in them. I will add to them into weakness.

My cash levels are around 10%. I intend to use it all in GPRO and BALT, if the Gods grace me with further weakness.

I know GPRO is off $10 over the past two days and it would have been ‘cool’ to have sold then bought it back cheaper. But hindsight is 20/20 and I am long this stock for the holidays, win, lose or draw.

I will be departing soon for Vegas, in order to properly lurk–anonymously–amidst the scads in attendance. In the meantime, I will assign a caretaker to iBankCoin (extra Shining), to look over things while I am away. I am sure I will bang out a blog or two, but in a supporting role no doubt.

In case you’ve been hiding under a rock, iBankCoin is hosting its first ever investors conference, MC’d by our very own Ragin Cajun. Guest speakers include founder and chairman of StockTwits, Howard Lindzon and Yahoo Finance anchor Jeff Macke, formerly from CNBC’s Fast Money. If you are unfamiliar with Jeff, do a youtube search. He’s great.

The keynote speaker will be The Option Addict aka The Man speaks to the dead for mind-blowing stock tips. For an additional fee, we are also hosting a special VIP cocktail party, after hours (pun intended). There are a few seats left, so feel free to hop on a plane and bathe in the glory that is iBankCoin.

After the close, GPRO appointed Zander Laurie to head up their burgeoning media division, the very same division that Citron built their bear thesis around. On a stack of burning bibles and holy korans, one could only hope for a pullback in the shares–heading into the X-mas season.

In summary, Le Fly is up, up and away, oil is dead, and GPRO bears are plain ole vanilla gay.

The catamites over at Citron ‘Research’ published a hit piece on GPRO today, which is particularly amusing since they haven’t the slightest edge on something as mainstream as this. My recommendation for them is to stick to their Chinese accounting plays and leave the real market, filled with real companies, to men who are interested in the upward trajectory of mankind.

Now before their report, GPRO was soaring high, up more than $2.50. Post report, it now wallows down by just 60 cents, up from down $3.

YOU CANNOT STOP THE HONEY BADGER aka GPRO. It is coming to eat your liver whole and there is nothing that you or your stupid fruity friends can do about it.

I view today’s sell off as constructive and absolute for the oil and gas space. My SLCA position is receiving multiple lumps to the skull. There are some stocks, like FMSA, doing decidedly worse.

According to Dennis Gartman, we are now entering a new era of energy renaissance, led by cold fusion. Albeit, it may take 200 years for us to convert to such a standard; the point remains: oil is old hat.

Top picks: TRN, GPRO, ANET, MU and BALT.

All of these three things are feeding off one another, oddly enough.

Men of industry and substance, you are entering a golden era of American dominance, buoyed by its magnificent currency and NASDAQS. The oil barrels that once thwarted your very existence, forced you into trillion dollar wars, and made you open Mcdonald eateries in stupid places like Destin, ND are now over. The King Dollars that you hold in your wallet, the same King Dollars that a certain Dr. Benjamin Bernanke toiled tirelessly to protect and promote, are now the envy of the world. Supremacy has its advantages.

The Europeans have failed.

The Asians haven’t figured out finance yet.

And the South Americans/Africans are still throwing spears at one another.

America stands, sporting superior growth and margins. For every penny gasoline drops, the American fat cat grows $1.1 billion fatter. Now all of this is a lot for you to take in, on such an arduous morning, ahead of a GOP sweep, with futures pointing lower. You have predilections to fear the unknown and you miss the beatings from your middle eastern masters, about the face and chest from their oil barrel prices. But we’ve won the war. Our agents in the middled east, ISIS, are readily chopping off the heads of anyone who looks at them sideways. As a result, the entire region is paralyzed with fear, all the while the price of their oil barrels plummet to new lows.

I sold my largest oil position yesterday, CLR, and so should you. The dynamics of the industry are undergoing change and King Dollar is here to stay.

Ask yourselves this question: this great, grande tax cut, could it come a better, more opportune, time, ahead of our pagan holidays? I think not. I also think that our sovereign buying power, coupled with the surge of our equity markets, coupled with the collapse of commodities, is a win-win for anyone in the business of speculation and vacationing in well-to-do places on the european continent.

I know this is entirely off topic and something that most of you are uninterested in, mainly because you’re all fat porkers, busy and readily stuffing your faces with cheese sandwiches. But I just got done with a moderately successful cut cycle and I must admit, it sucked giant nuts.

I cut for the entire summer and really cheated heavily along the way. It was more of a maintenance diet, where I limited myself to around 2,000 calories per day with an ample amount of protein to keep the muscle from washing away. The whole point of a cut cycle is to remove the fat to display your muscles. It’s purely aesthetic.

Fine, it’s great that I can spin a knife on my stomach; but I’m weaker for it.

I don’t work out to look better or even feel better. I work out so that I am harder to kill. Whenever that fated day comes, the arrival of some jackass in a mustache trying to shank me with his homosexual switch blade with the intent to sever my head, I want to be able to tear his head off with my own hands–clean. Fuck the knife.

The problem is, as some of you know, when you’re cutting, you’re really just a big pussy–trying to get lean for the sake of conformity.

Listen to me now: I am going to eat 4,000 calories per day and gain 20 pounds in the next 3 months, so that I too might be able to throw grown men over my head into a crevasse, should the occasion arise. As I write this very blog, I am eating a grotesquely large peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a side order of protein bar and a 12 ounce mug of milk.

Having abs is great. But what’s even greater is to have brute strength that would allow you to punch the fucking bone marrow out of approaching enemies.

My year to date losses once stood at a staggering -37%, post Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse blow up in May. As of right now, I am off by 12.5%, my high point since the blow up–readily positioned to take back all of my money and more.

I am going to make this very brief.

Rubber and plastics use a shit load of oil. Cheaper oil means higher margins. Look at GT, ROG and CTB.

Airlines make out like bandits. I like DAL and ALK.

Shippers spend an immense amount of money on fuel. Look at BALT, NM, DRYS and SBLK.

DPZ and PZZA spend lots of money on gasoline, via their delivery service.

PTRY and CASY should see a spike in their gas station businesses and COST should benefit from the newly founded riches of the US consumer–who saves $1.1 billion for every penny decline in gasoline.

There are plenty of ways to play this tax cut called cheaper oil. Start looking for them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqeg-IUXz8k

The reason why I sold out of CLR, in spite of loving the company, has everything to do with my recent windfall in GPRO and nothing about a prediction in crude. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I know absolutely nothing about the political games behind the price of crude. Therefore, I am edgeless in a sea of knives. I thought it made sense to take a shot with CLR, being that I needed a big winner. But then out of nowhere, GPRO and ANET appeared, granting me the respite I desired.

Considering that TRN is my largest holding, a company dependent on the good health of the oil and gas business, as well as a top 10 position in SLCA, I felt it was the responsible thing to do, swapping out ole CLR for BALT, ANET, YELP and cash considerations.

The easier trade is to avoid the battlegrounds. Right now tech is without an enemy–unless of course you consider men running about the internet with burlap underwear to be the opposition.

In summary, I took a cold 6% loss and now I’m moving on to better climes. Keep up.