The World is My Clam

QIHU announced a “going private” transaction this morning, a bid, mind you, from its scandalous CEO. We get these so called bids every morning. Hell, I might as well profit from it. I missed out on the sky-penis (DSKY); but I will not miss out on BITA. I am long BITA and looking forward to its very own “going private” transaction in the coming days and weeks ahead.

Markets are strong like filterless camel cigarettes today. I just bought some ARWR, sort of leisurely as I was making my way to the second course of my 10 course breakfast meal. I was sitting here laughing at Howard Lindzon’s grammatical errors and then it dawned on me that I should buy ARWR. Why you ask? I like how the ticker symbol sounds as it rolls off my tongue, especially when I am drinking prosecco. It reminds me of an arrow. I’ve always been fond of arrows. Someone told me they had some hepititis drugs too. As long as the stock goes higher, I will continue to own it.

Look you, I have a lot of irons in the fire, so to say. I realize that to you the stock market is a place of misery, one of wanton capital losses that has kept you restricted to an onerous blue collared lifestyle. But to others, the stock market is a like a personal counterfeit printing press. I see the money coming out from it. But I didn’t really earn it, per se? Not really. I mean, I just made $100k in the time spent writing this blog. Did I earn it, or was it simply bestowed upon me?

Thank you very much Sir. I’ll have another.