WANTON DEGENERACY

What splendour. The celebratory cheers of a vulgar people, inebriated and without purpose,  have been  festooned across Wall Street as decor for America’s greatness. The disenfranchised and the purblind gaze upon men and women– popping champagne corks into each others faces– from the luxuriate confines of their McDonald’s drive-thru windows, and saunter off into a transfixed state with thoughts of opportunity and an ideal to strive for.

“The Fly”,  talking to you from the deepest and darkest corner of his ark, provides the Mcdonald’s drive thru window guy with short squeeze opportunities, courtesy of Exodus.

These stocks possess strong technicals and an abundance of short sellers by which you might endeavor to kill or maim. These lads are sitting ducks, in this cartoonish gallery of vaudeville. Take it to them with your stipends and purchase as many shares as possible. Then borrow from the bank to extend a margin account. After you did that, partake in the options markets, preferably in out of the money weekly contracts–with the stated goal of becoming rich. After you’ve achieved a status of wealth, you should partake in shareholder activism, change your name to William A. Ackman, and write a blog. At which point, you might become jaded enough, wealthy enough, to throw it all away–living the life of a vagabond and throw shit at people during the morning rush hour.

That journey begins here.

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