Garbage or Hidden Treasure?

Every once in awhile I like to peruse the most down for the year list. I heavily screen it to remove chaff. I am looking for real companies trading at a discount.

For this exercise, I am going to avoid commodities, for that is a world I will not pretend to understand. Within this list, I am certain there will be several triple digit winners.

(STOCK, YTD % LOSS)
BBD -32%
YHOO -22%
LPL -32%
ICON -29%
ANF -22%
DAR -25%
TSU -33%
SLH -23%
NAV -44%
AAL -22%
CBD -36%
AMAT -28%
NAVI -21%
MU -42%
TTM -26%
WDC -27%
STX -27%
SNDK -43%
RL -28%
GMCR -47%
WYNN -31%
NTAP -24%
HTZ -23%
KLAC -24%
KORS -46%
URI -20%
PPC -22%
Z -21%
CAR -33%
BBRY -29%
GRPN -38%
FOSL -37%
KATE -33%
SWI -29%
CREE -21%
YELP -36%
AVP -38%
GNRC -23%
BITA -33%
SHLD -32%
PCRX -30%
PODD -32%
DDD -52%
SSTK -29%
ETSY -29%
ZU -40%
SSYS -59%
IRWD -26%
APOL -59%
VA -31%
ROVI -39%
MBI -36%
SPNC -27%
MKTO -27%

Holy shit, that’s some serious carnage. The past two years has been one giant fucking minefield for investors. Tread carefully.

I will now export this list in Exodus and begin to heavily filter it in search of bounty. I will update the masses when I find it.

I recently met a person who has never seen this movie. I became curious as to the mental stability of this person and concluded that he was addled with a common form of ignorance, often found in third world countries across the globe.

If you’ve never seen this movie, you might as well move to Jordan or West Virginia to live out the rest of your days like the moron that you are.

For those who’ve seen it know and understand this to be a timeless classic, required viewing for any true student of cinema.

“The Fly” aka Señor Tropicana is up 27% for the year. The good folks over at iBankCoin have bestowed upon you the single best market intelligence platform the world has ever see, in Exodus–currently hitting oversold signals at a 100% success rate for the past 6 months. As a business, sales have never been better, and for good reason.

I’ll give you a freebie, on this fine summer afternoon.

IWM is now OS and this signal has been very accurate over the past 6 months. Look for the risk profile to degenerate in the coming weeks ahead, as investors cycle out of large cap NASDAQ into the vagrant varietal.

Ladies and Gentlemen, people from the interwebs, these are the best days of your lives.

Trade accordingly.

The NASDAQ is higher, thanks to Lord Google.

Apple and CRM are leading the way for me, with a little positive pin action in PANW and YHOO to boot. But because of my wide array of holdings, some of which are NOT large capped NASDAQ, I am flat for the day.

No worries. “The Fly” still has his orbital space cannon (OSC) to play with and is busy researching methods by which he could extend his winship to grotesque proportions.

My general sentiments are such: short squeeze will ensue. US markets are cheap and will continue to press higher into 2016. For the most part, the American indices have been a fucking bore this year and the lot of you are wholly complacent with yourselves. Volatility is virtually non-existent and things will remain this way, as it is the “new normal.”

This might sound insane to you–because much of it is. Nevertheless, my job doesn’t entail me getting mad at reality or to try to alter it. I am merely a slave to the trends and the biggest one going is higher equity prices.

I had shit flying higher today, like ICPT, ONCE, AAPL, SBNY, EHIC, EBAY and MU–bulking up my returns to more than 1% for the day. I open my computer and graciously accept NASDAQS. I then convert them into King Dollars and go out and buy shit.

My top holding is now CYBR. I fully intend to drive rail spikes through all of you mother-fuckers talking shit about it soon.

We moved higher by 60 NASDAQS. I can’t say any of this surprises me. It’s hard to surprise the man surfing throughout outer space in a fucking time machine.

NOTE: I am 100% going through with the conference this Fall, so buy your fucking tickets now, else feel my wrath.

I added to CYBR (now 12% of assets), serial underperformer, “reader class” performance metrics in a sea of unchecked hedonism, on this fine day. I pop champagne corks into and around your fucking face, then bash in your skull with gravity hammers.

I am going to win this and burn this homosexual opera house down to the fucking ground– then erect a statue of me holding your severed head in my bloodied hands.

I’m not sure why restaurant stocks got humiliated yesterday, nor do I care. All that matters to me is that SHAK is coming in. It still needs to drop by at least another 30% before I’m interested again. Truth be told, I thought you were all crazy buying it at $90, at 30x sales.

I bet you, in the history of all the stocked market, no restaurant stock has ever traded at such an absurd valuation. To be plain, I believe the underwriters of SHAK should be placed on a gibbet and beaten with a nine tailed dungeon whip.

We need a good freezing up of private capital in order to stop the insanity. The vulture capitalists are making all of the money, while we sit here with our dicks in our hands, waiting for insiders to liquidate at already insane valuations. This would’ve never have happened a decade ago. Now it’s almost impossible to buy an IPO at a reasonable price and hold it for long term gains. By the time these greedy fucked faced bastards IPO, it’s already Uber.

Fuck this shit.

The best way for us to bank coin now is to buy liquidations or get lucky with biotech lottery. Sadly, that is what this market has come down to.

Just when you thought there weren’t any NASDAQS left, thirty more make their way into the national treasury.

I don’t look at the news anymore. I don’t watch the teevee. I don’t even talk to people about stocks.

I just sit here and collect NASDAQS, regularly, because it’s what I was born to do.

News isn’t relevant. Global warming is stupid. Deficits bore me. GDP growth or lack thereof are merely news clippings floating away, like embers, from my flaming barrels of garbage. Nothing matters.

CHAMPAGNE CORKS firing off into your fucking faces tomorrow. All of that shit you sold this afternoon, small dicked scared of shadows trading theories, out the door with your careers.

I am leviathan and you are food.

Did you see those fucking Chinese stocks again? I am having my eyeballs gouged out in EHIC. My largest position, AAPL, faired well, as well as SBNY. But CYBR was the apocalypse, plunging by more than 3%, effectively putting yours truly into a very brooding mood. If any of you were remotely close to me, I’d throw you into my fired place and watch you burn over a bottle of Bordeaux, preferably 2005. A fine year, indeed.

Aside from banks, Apple, and a few other outliers, today’s tape was completely shit. I fully expect more shit tomorrow. There is a foreboding sense of boredom that overwhelms me. All of the pros are in the Hamptons, snorting cocaine off exotic animal asses, indulging in chicanery that is sure to place all of them into hell, upon death. Back at the old hedge fund, Joe Rookie has strict orders not to fuck anything up, so he’s hedging and taking weak ass bets, like Apple, scared of being whipped across the face by his boss with a nine-tailed dungeon whip.

So here we are, perplexed by Nazis and Greeks alike, jockeying back and forth for world supremacy and depravity.

Brace yourselves for more of the same, insane asylum pin action.

My stocks suck today, aside from my largest position: AAPL and maybe my SBNY.

But the others, CYBR, ONCE and many others, are getting shot in the face.

Basic materials are getting poleaxed and anyone who bought chinese stocks yesterday are having their fucking faces ripped off today.

But do not fear, lads. “The Fly” isn’t afflicted with episodes of black rage just yet. I am permitting my winship to recede a little, in order to lure my enemies to rush towards the shore, so that I can overwhelm them with tidal waves later.

“The Fly” is a barometric force of outsized proportions. I invite and entreat you to sell short CYBR and continue to tease me on down days. This all makes for marvelous tinder and I enjoy it like a glass of champagne, lightly frapped, on a hot as shit summer night.

You’re all gonna die, eventually. But “The Fly” will still remain, immortal and constant, banging out winning trades because that’s what he was born to do.