Some fleeting thoughts on the Las Vegas event:
I’d like to thank Victoria for doing an outstanding job organizing this event. Without her, we probably would’ve been throwing mashed potatoes at one another. As a leader, it’s important to know when to delegate a task and when to do it yourself. When it comes to dealing with 10,000 moving parts and negotiating with gorillas, my temperament is ill suited for such an affair. Speaking of which, if and when we do it in NYC, it will be a much bigger event. Most of our readership resides in the Northeast corridors of the United States, denizens of intelligent life forms and men of distinguished means. Las Vegas is a reprehensible city, a curse fixed upon the heads of mankind which shall be smited by the Gods before the millennium is up. When done in NYC, all of the rubes will immediately and thoroughly be dispatched from the iBC parlours by men with white gloves.
I promise you that.
Back to the markets.
It appears my largest position, GPRO, announced a secondary today, which cock-blocked the shares. This is normal and to be expected. Don’t panic, jackasses, for GPRO is destined to melt the faces of every single short seller in the world, before the year is over.
Here are my other top positions and a few thoughts.
TRN: prepare for beast mode. Needs higher oil.
ANET: I have no idea why it’s tanking. Puzzled I am.
MU: Hedge fund hotel. Will trace NASDAQ.
BALT: I expected it to drop, but not this far. I will be averaging down soon.
AAPL: Whatever.
SLCA: From diamond to dogshit. At this point, I just want it to turn into a fucking piece of coal.
GILD: Ho-hum
BID: I own this for my kids. This is a 50 year hold. Never sell it.
BX: The modern day Goldman.
LITB: Sucking off BABA’s tit.
YELP: I will never sell it.
I am a bit shot right now, having just got back from Vegas. I will have a lot more to say tomorrow. Feel free to talk shit amongst yourselves and make believe that I give a shit about your poor taste in cars, food and women.
Back to work.
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