iBC Back to Normal (Late Night Snacking Edition)

I’m spent with the political narratives. It’s not that I’ve had a change of heart about fomenting massive levels of tumult and anarchy in America — but because I’m a bit bored. I took a 12 month jaunt into the swamp and came out the other end snoring. I won’t ban political posts just yet, or cast aside the divisive cocksuckers in the comments section just yet — but we’re getting there.

I’ve been bitten by the trading bug again and intend to dedicate gobs of time finding small locales of degeneracy from which I can draw inspiration and really fuck up the competition. Additionally, I’ll be managing money, professionally again, unlike you larping vegemite eating losers, sometime in the not-too-distant future.

Life as a professional blogger was fantastic — but “The Fly” has nations to punish and Orbital Space Cannons (OSC) to complete. Believe me (extra Orange Gorilla), it was a nice run exposing John Podesta’s sordid affinity for pizza and the great crimes of Barry Obama — but it’s time that I moved onto something more meaningful. After all, I never had an interest in ‘saving’ the country, no more than Bane intended to save Gotham and give it back to the people.

Snack time these days, as a vegan, consists of grass fed broccoli spears, tomatoes and sprigs of herbs, atop large pieces of bread, olive oil and a fuckload of potatoes. I will, undoubtedly, become a fat vegan asshole with this diet. As we speak, I’m listening to this lunatic song on loop with a pumpkin waffle and half bag of frenched fries in the oven.

You don’t know anyone like me — you never will.

At any rate, futures look like giant nothing burgers on a hot vegan grill tonight. We’ll be banking some MOAR coin in XIV tomorrow, like wild animals, whether you like it or not. Believe me (extra pussy grabber), I see you faggots shit talking in OA’s comments section. I will have your head severed and mounted atop my cauliflower crops.

Nite.