There is Going to Be Hell to Pay

I’ve just escaped the confines of a bowling alley in the middle of nowhere, filled with morbidly obese people. I see Chinese GDP came in a little hotter than expected and futures have reversed higher, pointing to a relatively optimistic opening. But I want to talk about something important tonight.

Reflecting upon 2014, seeing how poorly I underperformed the S&P and my early cursed misfortunes of 2015 (giving up an early 6.5% gain), it has crossed my mind– on more than one occasion– that “The Fly” has passed his prime. His best days are seemingly behind him, and like an aging baseball player, it is time for him to step aside and permit younger, fresher, eyes a chance at unbridled internet greatness.

Clearly there is a burn out aspect to this business. Without a doubt, I was sharper, quicker, and bolder a few years ago. Another reason could be the QE-induced nature of this market, which permits one to simply sit back and eat yams all day, while the Fed does the heavy lifting. All declines were met with barbaric buying responses and short sellers, seemingly, tossed into open tar pits filled with fire and BBQ’d.

Maybe hubris played a role, coming off my best year in over a decade (+80%)?

But then I got to thinking and remembered that people in my field are filled with elderly booze hounds, still making moves well into their 80’s. In general, the younger you are the more ignorant, and reckless, an advantage to no one but banana peeling apes. And QE hasn’t ended; but has simply begun a new era on the homosexual continent of Europe.

So what of the losses?

In an age of revolution, one must adapt to change, else find oneself at the bottom of a flaming tar pit being prepared for supper.

HERETO: “The Fly” is timeless, like a 17th century bottle of Bordeaux. If classified as dignified, he’d defecate on all of you and kick your heads off your shoulders. Luckily for you, I am a creature of custom and honor, which saves you from such a fate. I can never fade, nor be faded. There will be periods of drought, times of duress, and glimpses of panic. But, in the end, if you’ve learned anything at all from the years visiting and reading the literature posted on iBankCoin, it is this:

“The Fly” wins all the time, you fucking faggots. Bet against me and lose your castles, moats and calashes. Two thousand and fifteen will be one of redemption, one where extreme pain and agony is thrusted upon my enemies, leaving their legacies and bullshit checking accounts in tatters–for generations to come.

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