Need I Remind You: I HATE Repeats

I already saw this show. It was on last year. It was starring me, with Big Ass Gains (BAGs) that quickly turned into Big Ass Losses (BALs).

Fuck this shit, 1,000 ways till Friday. I am raising cash. After I raise the cash, I am going on siesta, away from this shit. I’ll be drinking NASDAQUERIES somewhere else, certainly not here, however. I’ve put in a lot of good work, grinding out gains this year. I’ll be damned if I let it all go to waste, like some sort of bedraggled microbe.

I should’ve kept XLU, but I didn’t. I also should’ve taken profits on some of these stocks, right out the gate. But I didn’t. No use crying over spilt milk, and then bleeding out into it.

I sold QLYS and SAGE. I will keep the rest, for now. But everything is on the chopping block.

Apparently people don’t think their gonna get hacked anymore. Let me remind you, you’re gonna get hacked. Not only that, someone is gonna take all of your shit, down to your couch from the delivery truck. They’re gonna fucking hack your hospital records to make sure the nurse over-medicates and  kills you. And then they’re gonna hack your funeral, to make sure your body is shipped to Siberia for burial.

I have so many things to do today; trust me when I say, you don’t want to be me. I have 50 punk teenagers coming to my house for gratuitous festivities, to celebrate their worthiness in this world, which in turn, by extension, will attempt to celebrate my idiocy.

Markets are soft, like weak men who don’t go to the gym. One punch and this fucker is going down.

I almost feel like the Cat in the Hat dude, all cranky and shit, from Green Eggs and Ham. I don’t like this shit, here, there or anywhere. I need to chill the fuck out, drink my God damned coffee and get all zen-ful and shit. That is funny. It’s like asking a savage dinosaur to go on a vegan diet, you know, to lower his cholesterol and shit.

Fuck my cholesterol.

In two days we celebrate ‘Merica, amidst beer’d cans, hot dogs, and sticks of dynamite. Sure, some fingers will be blown–the fuck–off. But it will be worth it, no? Those pesky Red Coats thought they could tax us without representation: WRONG. Look at us now, hardly taxed and so represented, and shit (extra rainbow’d flag)

Good day to you.

Everyone is an analyst all of a sudden, experts in the credit markets. Too bad the fucking analyst suck too. The lack of humility you exhibit, with your disgusting display of pseudo-intellectualism, makes me sick to my stomach.

Just today, I was minding my own business, walking about the town of Princeton, like I always do, carrying a bag filled with barrel assed cupped-cakes, periscoping the whole ordeal, in order to give the goblins from the internets a view of a nice town. Immediately, I was ATTACKED with chants and “do this” and “do that”, “KILL SOMEONE FLY, KILL SOMEONE.”

What sort of world is this?

Now the butt-fuckers from the ass-end of Europe take the pole position (extra homo). They’ve got the metro-sexuals from Europe exactly where they want them, mad and impotent.

By the way, I’ve always wanted to segue into this topic, IF YOU WILL.

If you’re unable to partake in fornication without the use of cialis or viagra, perhaps Darwinism is taking a hold of you. I know it is, you fucking limp’d dicked pussies.

Goodnight.

For the session, I’m down about 0.5%, diverging–IF YOU WILL–away from the broader trending indices. Throughout the entirety of the day, I’ve been kept busy with refrigerator delivery men, who subsequently destroyed my front door and wall adjacent. Also, I’ve been in the field, picking weeds, planting daisies–literally.

And, to boot, there is much work to be done, lads. The floors need a good scrubbing and we must procure–IF YOU WILL– twelve pounds of organically grass fed chopped meat–alongside pounds of potato’d salad and hotted dogs.

As such, I haven’t even taken the opportunity to nibble, not even on a singular crumb, on a parcel of food. I was permitted, as such, to drink a glass of water and also partake in the purchase of CYBR this morning, by which I am immediately down 3.5%.

Dark clouds convene over me. I can feel it now, just like I felt it then: I AM CURSED (cue lightening bolts shattering the rooftop of House Fly).

This guy who runs Greece must be short stocks. Maybe his plan to crawl out from under the stairs is to make a killing, short the market. He might’ve taken the money Germany lent them and sold short the German stock market? If his country defaulted, surely people would panic and he’d make a fortune on his shorts. This the only logical explanation for his behavior.

Why else is he telling people to vote NO on Sunday, on the referendum, despite saying he doesn’t really mean it? He just wants stronger bargaining chips. What is he a rapist, no means yes?

Really, O’ fuck head?

They have an actual word for this in the dictionary. It’s called EXTORTION!

A pox on the people of Greece.

This has resulted in a very jaded market, one that is seeing biotech stocks, and everything in between, reverse lower–into the pits of hell. I’d rather not discuss it. I am too fucking angry right now.

These assholes defaulted on an IMF loan, money given away with homelessman conditions. No one defaults on an IMF load, unless they’re assholes.

Fucking time machine, motherfuckers.

I don’t know how many times I need to demonstrate this for you. The second the market sells off, I am plagued by monsters saying “how is your Exodus now?” or “I bet that Fly is working on his algos, LMAO.”

Fuck you, motherfucker.

As you see, we are running a very efficient ship here. We time this shit to the fucking day, no pauses or time to relax. I got my balls on the line in AAPL, which is representative of the NASDAQ. I have QLYS coming out from my ears, SAGE, ONCE and now a new contestant steps in the fray–my latest buy.

I bought back CYBR, more than 6 points below where I sold it last. Clearly, the software security space is where I want my money after a sell off. While it’s true, I sold both QLYS and CYBR higher, I couldn’t just watch them reflate here without partaking.

Also, might I add, my bank stock, SBNY, is ripping tits to the upside.

45 NASDAQS in your face; Exodus wins again.

NOTE: I sold out of CENX.

One of the coolest new features in Exodus is how we apply our predictive algorithms to each individual industry, providing members with a bird’s eye view of how the respective industry is fairing on our algorithmic scale.

As some of you know, yesterday Exodus flagged its first system wide OVERSOLD signal since May 26th, 2015. Go look up your charts and see what the market did after that.

Multiple biotechs were oversold and the entire industry traded down to the bottom of its Hybrid range. Bear in mind, there are over 100 stocks in this biotech basket, if not more. So, this is a fairly diversified oscillator.

Today the median return for the biotech industry was +2.87%.

NOTE: That’s right. It also timed the top to the exact fucking day.

I bought a new fridge with a fucking teevee built into it. Now I’m going to buy a new car.

The butthole of Europe will vaporize into the sea, never to be seen or heard from again. In the meantime, all of us good gents stateside will be making money, overlooking pastoral grounds, drinking NASDAQUERIES.

My top three positions are as follows-

AAPL
QLYS
SAGE

Zero fucks. All NASDAQ.

We’re gonna drive rail spikes through their heads tomorrow.

Fuck it.

I went large into QLYS, even averaging in on YHOO and SEM (hospital game strong) to demonstrate how magnanimous I truly am–zero fucks– into the bell, driving in a car made from dynamite sticks–heading for the sun.

I bulked up on AAPL, which is a defacto and filtered play in the Nasdaq. Also, I started a position in ONCE.