Not a Good Day, Per Se

But we stay the course, no matter the consequence (extra George Bush).

Just today I accused a friend of mine, who happens to be a female, to be a “woman-trader.” She took exception to this because I had mixed in gender with the action of trading and corrected me, saying “I am a trader.” I retorted, “on the contrary, you are, in fact, a female who enjoys the avocation of trading. Ergo, you are a woman trader.” She then said “well, what if I called you a male-trader?” To that, I QED the conversation and agreed that I was, in fact, a MAN-TRADER.

See the word “MAN”, unlike “woman”, is synonymous with courage, bravery and heinous war crimes. To be a MAN-TRADER is to be a bold, to coalesce around greatness. On the contrary, and pardon me for merely being the middle man in all of this ugliness, to be a “woman-trader” would denote something of a more cautious, or shall we say “WAGNERIAN”, persona about the old trading desk. A garrulous person whose vainglorious methods permit them to avoid margin calls and cataclysmic blow-ups, and also grandiose wins.

Do not attack me, effeminate readers of iBankCoin. I am an ardent supporter of your gender and would much rather spend my days talking about life with you, than punching the faces in of my own gender. I am merely pointing out the social injustices that are afflicted upon members of the female persuasion (No Bruce).

I lost 0.65% for the day, staggering into the bell, bloodied from the nose down. Late day rallies in HDP, VNDA, N and SBNY helped my cause and I could’ve faired a lot worse. However, when you own more than 30 stocks, like myself, it’s rather difficult to buck the trend, unless of course your largest position outperforms. In my case, CYBR is on a Mexican siesta.

Nevertheless, I am a MAN-TRADER and do not fear piker-sized losses. The nostrum to my problems will be to simply win back my money during tomorrow’s session. Simple enough.

See you fucked faces tomorrow.