A Late Night Treatise

The felicity you feel now will soon sour and turn into a blinding apathy, filled with regrets and feelings of yearning to repeat the past. The vast majority of you are incapable of effecting positive growth in your trading accounts and are best suited for long term capital growth. But now that you’ve enjoyed a modicum of success and feel noteworthy, bragging to your wives about your stupid gains, I am obligated to remind you to take profits and feel solace in knowing you grabbed the fat middle.

Only Space Alien Magicians (SAM) like Le Fly are capable of pushing the envelope and seizing returns that shouldn’t belong to me. Out of nowhere, I appears, ax in hand, chopping heads and dicks off.

During my lifetime, I’ve come across just a handful of truly great traders — but even those moronic apes were only able to see things one way and would soon get abolished from the field of play once the market had turned lower and melded their trophies into an albatross from which to drown with.

At times, “The Fly” appears to be rudderless and ineffective. But I am probing, with my alien vessel — searching for a rhythm. Once zoned in, as I am now, absolutely no one is better than me. I crush both long and short waves and ride them until they dissipate.

Let this late night blog post serve as a reminder to those out there — especially the young punks who’ve only recently discovered these hallowed grounds — “The Fly” is a primordial force of both vengeance and empathetic kindness whose life mission is to grace the internets with generous comportment and thru cheap vaudeville type antics — a never ending array of unkempt enemies — relegated to fagboxes, and such, elevated to new bright heights atop cascading mountains of victories that will one day be reflected on as the very best trader and commentator to seize upon finance — encroaching on 20,000 blog posts, unmatched by anyone ever — in the history of online financial publications.