Just shut the fuck up.
The comments section always gets stupid whenever markets dislocate. I’ve got a new crop of fucktards, a generation of spoiled rotten reprobates who’ve never seen a bear market before trying to tell me, the man in the fucking time machine, how to comport myself during periods of crisis.
HELLO — I was fucking born for these days, having toiled in the sewers of Brooklyn before it was gentrified. I’d walk to school in the coldest weather imaginable with a broken book bag, and holes in my speakers, into the horse trails of shit, mud, and wild animals. My life has been a series of incidents and accidents of the biblical scale, only bemused by periods of excess, but uncomfortable with success.
Down markets are my forte. You’ve only read about them in books.
Futures are sharply higher this evening. We’ve got follow thru underway on the reversal hammer from two days ago. The close this evening was just fine and STFU about the weakness. The market has crashed in recent weeks. Accept a +165 day as a good alternative to -500.
I allocated 25% into tech stocks before the bell. Expect winship in the A.M., followed by a stern chastising to never offer me financial advice again.
NEED A XMAS PRESENT FOR A LOVED ONE OR MAYBE A NEIGHBOR?
How about buying them financial literature from the good Dr., as well as RARE ART on the covers? I’ll probably raise the price to $1,000 one day to ensure limited supply of these works of art support absurd prices. I imagine one day these books will be traded at auction houses for EXTREME prices. Act now and become a better person for it.
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Still a factually correct statement.
“Just STFU” hahahaha awesome post.
I can only relate as I too toiled the street of a now gentrified bushwick, all of us fightin for our lives as we walked back and forth to catholic school for grades K-8 wearing a uniform complete with a tie. And by we I mean myself and two girls. Can you say sittin duck?! Oh and then I went to a catholic high school in Astoria.(Thanks mom and dad!) Accessible only by train which introduced another borough of hood filled gangs and dudes from Aviation high school constantly pressin up since our girls were always hotter lol. Two things I learned: Number one, that I can take a punch and give one back thanks to Pops. And two, there is no place lonelier than an empty subway platfom with nobody to back you up.
Now there are artisanal pickle shops in Bushwick?? What the flying fuck?!?!? hahaaaa Thanks Fly
That was a flash.