Behold the Irons of September

Don’t worry, this time will be different.

I’d like to interrupt your Labor Day weekend with a grim blog post, one that paints a lovely picture of acute catastrophe.

We’ve all been blessed with a stock market that has behaved abnormally to the upside. It’s a circus freak show, with side show clowns like Citron Research attempting to juggle clay jars of nitroglycerine, only to find themselves armless nuggets with their heads on fire.

Gone are the days of concern, an adult prescription for handling excess. We drive into the fire with our cars loaded with dynamite sticks and come out the other end in sail boats drinking gimlets and donning sea captain attire, hats and all.

Traditionally the month of September has been a ruinous one for NasdaqFAGS. As you can see by the graph above, it’s the one month of the year that should be feared. As such, Le Fly enters September 100% long in his Quant account, and almost 50% cash in his active. I endeavor to invest it all during the first week of September, however, since the stock Gods are shit and have zero control over my fate. I do this in the name of winship. Nothing can ever stop me, ever.

Back to your Labor Day BBQ, grillFAGS.