For the first time since 2014, I leveraged up the trading account and bought whatever looked dumbest to me, without regards for fundamentals, charts — nothing at all. Ideas were flung across the table and I either ate them or brushed them aside.
Truth is, and this goes without saying, I really don’t give a fuck.
I have so many gains in 2020, if I were to trade like a complete invalid for the balance of the year, I’d probably still be up 250%.
Bear in mind, and I mean this from the deepest depths of my blackened heart, I do not say these things to impress you or to make you look up to me as some sort of Greek God of the trading realm. My motives are pure and clean: I want someone to stop me. Call this a cry for help. I am trading on margin, thumbing my nose at all of the things they taught me in stock broker school, and I am doing it publicly for anyone to barter with.
I closed out the session with just 122bps in gains. However, being that I am now leveraged, I look forward to a much greater day tomorrow.
Cheers.
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You’re a month late on the buying spree but there will still be plenty of upside left.
Just about every trader I know is planning to take most of next year off to make up for the lost vacations. I will do the same and shop for my first overseas residential property in Sydney for family and close friends.
2021 will be awesome.
In other news today, SCOTUS unanimously (i.e., including “his” 3 justices) told dumb Hitler to fuck off with his frivolous lawsuits (that the Republicans used to bitch about).
Why would I give even a moments consideration to stopping greatness? When TSLA hits 10,000 that’s when the madness stops. Meanwhile men of stature make hay while the sun is burning out retinas of small children and animals.
You must be getting close to retirement age, like 49.
Just buy Exxon and spend the rest of your life mowing the lawn and picking up after your dog. Mix in a bit of charity work, redecorating the kitchen and planning your next trip to Paris and you’re all set.
At some point you get tired of the adrenalin hits.