Did you know that every single life changing event for me, thus far, started with agonizing pain? I don’t mean it in the literal sense; I’ve lived a charmed life in that regard (sans the time I had to drive myself to the hospital at 5am because my fucking appendix was set to explode). I am fueled by turmoil.
Growing up, I was accustomed to hard times, the unknown specter of harrowing circumstances abound. To this very day, I carry crosses and feel comfortable doing so. Everything bad that has ever happened is justified as a means to an end. Right now, despite my overzealous demeanor in the stocked market, I am eagerly waiting for a shoe to drop. It’s the reason why I am so brazen, mocking Mother Market for not having the balls to sit me down. Or, how about that asshole hedge fund manager who was shorting my stocks last year? I haven’t seen him show up in some time. You should sell short DSKY; it’s very illiquid.
What is the meaning of it all?
Legacy.
You weren’t put on earth to take up resources and increase the crime rate. Hopefully you can, in some big or small way, make a difference while you’re still healthy and strong. For me, my children are the most important, followed by everything else. There isn’t a particular order that I rank things after them. The way I see it, everything, except family, is transient.
“The Fly’s” legacy will be one of magnanimous gains, bloody battles, an army of energetic and savage followers, and dead, sworn, enemies– strewn across the internets. Truth is, when I first started blogging I viewed other bloggers as a form of competition (that’s funny, right?). It wasn’t long before I realized they were nothing but apes in search of bananas. Eventually, they’ll all kill themselves, leaving me as the sole financial blogger in the world.
In summary, I miss the fight. Punching retarded people in the face isn’t fun anymore. I need to see black skies, electricity reverberating throughout the atmosphere, and a tidal wave made from blood to wash across my house– leaving me idled like a fucked, forked, radish.
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It will be a glorious few weeks, but beware Bradley Turn Date 5/10. Then apparently it gets all good again 5/25, or maybe worse! The next thing isn’t until Sept 23, around the oohhhhh shmita. I dunno. Stars.
But money inflow supports big gains. 😀 $NYSI etc look beastmode.
Do you all detect the Flys melancholy? He knows it’s almost over. But like Obama and his free basing addiction the Fly needs one more hit at the pipe.
I told you, I am truly invested in this apocalypse to come by having everything to lose.
Speaking of legacy, it was rather depressing to read what happened to Mr. Gould’s estate.
Great post Fly. I’m sorry for shorting your stocks last year. But, if it makes you feel better, i’m no where near your 20% gains for the year.
Who knows why we were put on this earth? Perhaps it was to use up resources and increase the crime rate. Perhaps there was no reason at all, just a cosmic accident. You’re not starting to believe in God, are you? I mean, if you think God had a different purpose other than consumption and crime.
I do not believe in a God. Do I believe in a creator? Possibly one of a very alien varietal.
https://youtu.be/1qjiQwD7VCI Sun RA, Face the Music/Space is the Place.
I’ve got a very bad feeling this post is going to conjure up another dining room ceiling pipe leak, or something similar….
be careful what yee wishes for –
“And truly, the danger of a catastrophe befalling humanity has never been so great as today and in the future. Cynical materialism and unbridled neo-capitalism which have now overtaken the entire world are already leading to extremely serious damage to nature and the morality of the human beings of Earth, and this damage continues to grow in relation to the irresponsible increase in overpopulation. Things have already reached the stage when a clash of industrial nations could occur, something which can scarcely be stopped any longer, and will also cast the nations of the ‘Third World’ into the same darkness. And if this happens, a Third Global Conflagration will be imminent – in whatever form it takes. Indeed, the human beings of Earth are well on their way to this, therefore it is only a question of time and rationality as and when and whether it will actually occur. However, it is once again the case that the signs are pointing to the whole thing being unavoidable. However, this Third World Conflagration may take various forms, such as a collapse of nature that has been desecrated and flouted by the human beings of Earth, as have the atmosphere, the water, the planet as a whole and the animal kingdom, to put it simply, a global catastrophe. And this collapse would result in the collapse of civilization, leading in the final analysis to the total extermination of the human beings of Earth, or at least, a regression to the harshest forms of primitive living. Falling back into total primitive anarchy is also possible, meaning that all the life forms still existing would only be capable of a vegetative existence full of suffering. Viewing the whole thing from this threatening perspective means no more and no less than that the human beings of Earth will sacrifice all their valueful achievements through a global catastrophe., and all because they had followed a flawed development for millennia in terms of true love, freedom, harmony and real peace amongst all life forms. Indeed, in the present day, it is possible to see an apocalypse of this kind looming threateningly on the horizon and over the destiny of the human beings of Earth, because even long ago, the blossoming culture of the truth was destroyed globally, and evil, violent-Gewalt and every kind of falling badly out of the control of the good human nature set in its place, a thing that has happened in particular due to machinations of politicians, false laws, false penal codes as well as religions and sects.”
Looked out the window this morning and saw rain. That was at 530am. I finished my routine of 300 pushups and 1200 situps, and looked out the window again. On the other side of the window pane, pressed up against the glass, was a disgusting, short, bald man wearing what appeared to be leather lederhosen. He was licking the glass and trying to bite it. I punched him in his sweaty bald face straight through the glass only to notice there were at least fifty others just like him, all drinking Jim Beam and casually hitting each other in the head with the bottles.
300 push-ups is badass
Typo – meant 3000
Dr. Fly – I’m wondering if you found yourself peering at that dining room ceiling, first thing this morning?