Double Standards Exist for a Reason

When a person, such as myself, lectures you about the sort of stocks to choose from, heed the advice and don’t utter a single word. If, by chance, you should see me doing the exact opposite of what I just said, look the other way and know that I am fully aware of what I am doing.

Men like myself, men of letters, have an acute understanding of all things financial. I am what you call “an expert”, literate in the arts of investment, whereas you’re simply a baboon swinging with testicles out off a vine. The expert is permitted to stray from the reservation, for he has earned it, toiling about the fields for almost two decades–learning his task. You, on the other hand, are a complete jackass.

Any questions?

I come to this blog and give you good leads. If you can’t close the leads you are given, you can’t close shit, you are shit, beat it, because you are going out. You think think this is abuse, eh! (extra Canadian) you fucking faggots?

Every single day you sit down in that fucking chair and say the same shit, always whining about what could’ve been. “Oh, if I only held onto that stock, I’d be a millionaire by now.”

You keep this up, many years from now, you’ll be at a bar talking to the other catamites, discussing your previous career in amateur trading, moaning and bitching about how hard it was and how you couldn’t play in the man’s game.

“THE FLY” IS FUCKING BUILT FOR THIS SHIT. HIS BRAIN IS MADE FROM TITANIUM AND HIS BALLS ARE DIAMONDS (no homo). I closed the day up 0.65%, nearing +14% for the year.