RACKED AGAIN

My robot trading arm, coupled with my exuberance for science, has led to my person, on this very day, to be racked with losses. I had it all figured out. I’d REWARD MYSELF for all of my hard work throughout the year and venture off with Mrs Fly TO THE SHOPPING MALL to spend thousands of dollars on complete ingrates, in celebration for in celebration of SATAN CLAWS — an American blood ritual.

I had losses early on due to LULU and others, not to mention my long LABU debacle. Nevertheless, I was intent on enjoying myself whilst I cavorted throughout the narrow hallways that led me to various vendors whose wares were for sale, which were gratuitously purchased by Mrs. Fly. I come to see the outcome of this splendid day and was horrified to learn DOWN 275bps, as the market barely traded lower. It is a sick joke of course and I have come to realize that, no matter how hard I try, I will never escape the range I am in. You will visit here 30 years from now and Elder Fly will be in the same range trying to “bust loose” again.

It’s never gonna happen.

Hedges will be tossed away by the Stock Gods and longs will be toyed with until my death, at which point ANTIFA FLY and co. will liquidate it all and spend it in a fortnight on one of his own expeditions to a shopping mall in the year 2060.