With the Dow Jones +170, one would think everyone who was long was banking coin, no?
The truth is, not everyone can be as cool as me, gallivanting (no homo) about town, almost gliding, making tremendous progress in the capital markets. I am what some might call “an expert” in the arts of proper money management.
Now some of you are still living in the past, relishing in an era when Le Fly got tossed into an idle alligator pit with his Four horsemen of financial ruin. I’m gonna need you to get in the now, son.
See, on Friday, the market was down 300 and I was barely down. Today, the market is up 150 and I am up 0.5%. Do you know where that puts me year to date?
I’m nearing +15%, son. I have little time to play games with the likes of you, as I have bottles of wine to devour and a certain Mrs. Fly LOOMING in the background trying to control me. “The Fly” cannot and will not be controlled. He is like an atom bomb over Moscow, in the winter. Was it the fall out or the winter that made it snow? No one knows. But it’s snowing, nevertheless.
Yes, it’s true, my largest position is HABT and I’ve been reticent about revealing the size of my positions for sometime. Anyone inside of The PPT knows that I’ve been concerned that a certain vindictive billionaire was targeting my positions for rapid deployment, down the sewer pipe. Remember kids, it’s not paranoia when someone is really out to get you.
Alas, I am out in the clear now, with gargantuan gains and a chest filled with animalistic vengeance. FL, my second largest position, continues to press forward and my scheme for “motherfucking redemption” is coming together, thus far, in 2015.
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