Cheers to Globalism; All Hail the New Chief

Real money is being made in markets. I was up 37% last month and another 22% this month. I’d like to believe this could last forever; but nothing this great can ever outlive eventual degradation. What you’re seeing celebrated now in markets is power — full control by the left in America to push forward their vision of the future. While you might view it as disdainful, markets don’t give a shit. There’s a reason why solar stocks are soaring and we cannot produce enough lithium.

Power projected that is believed to be genuine causes assets from that base to soar in value.

There will be no coup. The globalist regime is back and bigger than ever.

Greetings and salutations,

I’ve been out and about this morning, although eager to trade and I will do so at once. But before I do I wanted to give a quick run down of what’s going on this morning. Lithium, Alt Energy and fucking space stocks are taking off again, as the world’s most popular man gets ceremoniously appointed into office. America will celebrate this grande fete amidst thousands of armed guard and 200,000 flags, in replace of the people who tearfully cannot be there. I look forward to a most powerful administration, where flying cars and casual sojourns into low orbit space become common stance, as ordinary as going to the store for a bag of potatoes.

Le Fly entered today 55% cash, but has still managed to rip higher by 2.2%, thanks to gains in GILT and DBVT. I shall trade now and prepare myself for maximum happenings, as America blesses the world with yet another President of peace, a man who knows no boundaries when it comes to generosity and magnanimousity.

Let’s try to brainstorm this for a moment. What is the worst case scenario for stocks?

The COVID vaccine doesn’t work and we’re stuck in perpetual lockdown. Government keeps printing money until it becomes untenable and the dollar collapses. However, the dollar cannot collapse, since printing is being done worldwide, unless of course China becomes the new currency reserve, which will never happen since we own petrol-dollar trade.

Another worse case scenario is Biden era EPA crackdown, fucking companies with regulations. However, that might be offset by the immense funding in green initiatives, so does it really matter?

I think, and this goes without saying, the greatest risk to everything falling apart begins and ends with the dollar. The only way the dollar can lose dominance is via a lost war with a major power and/or the end of the petrol-dollar, which can happen if cars all move to EV and we figure out ways to heat our fucking homes with the sun. Once the dollar goes then the whole system collapses — but I doubt it’ll happen this decade — maybe in the 2030s.

The bottom line hedge in all this, naturally, is cryptos. Gold is ok, but is not communicable like BTC or ETH and it simply lacks sex. The bigger the boom in tech, the wealthier tech titans become, the more they buy cryptos — it really is that simple.

I lazily entered work today, due to duress trading hard all week. I reiterate my position that a really good trader works harder than anyone in the world — especially trash men or lawyers. To sit down and absorb the type of information that I do on a daily basis is demanding. Plus, I am watching 400 screens — due to my belief that the more screens I attain, the greater my wealth. For every good day in the market, I add a screen to my home office. I look like the Architect from the Matrix up in this bitch, slicing through stocks like AI through your jobs.

COVID is on the fucking move again. I spoke to someone today who only knew he had it because he was tested. What sort of bullshit is that? All old folks are lining up for the vaccine — something that people should do if they’re into experimenting with their DNA. But what do I know? Really nothing. I read nonsense and hear nonsense and have little regards for what is true or not. I chalk it up to chance, this COVID business. I take a chance walking around other people, just like it’s a chance to take the vaccine. Why, someone might stick a knife in me for my iPhone, or perhaps that vaccine will turn your face into a sloppy jalopy. Same rules apply to trading. Get cute in the markets, thinking your Gordon Gecko, next thing you know your account is zero and your wife and kids are moving out.

YTD I am up 18%.

It permits you to remember who you are. You cannot go throughout life winning all the time — then you have no point of reference. A man needs grounding to be happy and today’s losses will serve as that reference point.

I am sorry to say, however, I shall not be participating in your losses, in spite of being down 80bps at the moment. I executed masterful trades this morning, +22% in this, +10% in that — but my good work has since melted away like a candle inside of a pizza oven. I am not concerned, as you know, since I am well equipped to handle the pangs of misery and TITANIC styled market crashes. My middle name happens to be Calamity.

There is nothing I cannot handle and I shall be up by 4pm.

Presently, I stand before you at 66.6% cash — because numbers are fun and magical. I will be re-entering the market with trades after lunch, or at my earliest convenience.

Until then, enjoy the view.

Today’s sector du jour (sp?, I don’t give a fuck about French) was space, because the new Buffett — whiz behind ARKK — actively managed ETF that is cuckholding all of you hedge fund faggots, announced she’s going to launch a fucking space fund. At the same time, Bezos said his fucking space company will soon offer flights to space, by April! Naturally you’d need to get the vaccine and of course still wear your fucking space helmet. Space is cold and unforgiving. Do not expect to visit “outer space” — you’ll just get to see a nice view of the fucking earth from low space, where those floating fucking balloons pretend to be satellites.

We are in a sick time of perverts and hypo-technological innovation. You cannot have one without the other. You give up your old bibles in exchange for transvestites on the front lines of some of our wondrous wars abroad. Scientists work ’round the clock to perform acts of magic. Software titans in California are trying to build things to make life much better, all the while decreasing annoying freedoms that you previously took for granted. It’s a trade off, see.

I closed the session +230bps and I am margined at 110% leverage. My trade off is sanity in exchange for money. I likes the money and do whatever I can to make sure I get it.

If you lost money today and were rudderless and lost, and if you’re not up at least 15% for the year, come on over to Exodus and Captain Fly will fix you up a nice plate of cod — seasoned to perfection, with a side order of slaw, heavily mayonnaise’d, lightly peppered.

I’d like to walk in an orchard now, pick apples from the trees and then throw them at people. Now that I have a printing press and can create wealth out of thinned air, I need to find secondary pleasures.

My gains are what I want them to be, currently +300bps in the Quant, +120bps in trading. I’m lacking there only because I haven’t tried. I just logged in for God’s sake. Give me some time. Life used to be hard and now it’s not. President Biden is the greatest President we’ve ever had and I hope he can make it for another 8 years.

I don’t have strong opinions on what sectors to buy or not to buy. Those are trivialities for the working class, plebs. You pie eaters ought to find someone who can feed you fresh fish and keep you healthy. Our govt needs your money to pay for higher stock prices the next 50 years or so. Got to keep you healthy.

At any rate, bored again. Off to make myself a double espresso.

Ciao.

What more do you want of me? How about a nice story? The CTO of Ripple is a fucking subhuman ape.

He forgot the pw to his crypto wallet and now he cannot access over 7000 BTC valued at over $240m. Get fucked.

Almost a decade ago, Stefan Thomas, the former CTO at blockchain company Ripple Labs, was given 7,002 bitcoins worth $2-$6 each for making a cryptocurrency explainer video, reports the New York Times.

The bitcoin (BTC, +5.85%) had been stashed away in a digital wallet and Thomas has used eight of his most frequently used passwords in an attempt access his IronKey hard drive and his now multimillion-dollar fortune but has had no luck.

Two attempts now remain before the device auto-encrypts its contents, leaving Thomas’ fortune in limbo. Just call it Schrödinger’s bitcoin.

“I would just lay in bed and think about it,” Thomas told the New York Times. “Then I would go to the computer with some new strategy and it wouldn’t work, and I would be desperate again,” added Thomas.

Bitcoin prices have climbed from $10,000 to $41,000 over the past three months. The price of bitcoin was at $34,290 at the time of publication, making Thomas’ inaccessible stash worth an estimated $240 million.

I’m glad he’s awake at night, hoping to remember his pw. I suggest he might want to hire a hypnotist or perhaps a magi who can look into his soul and unlock the secrets of his mind, accessing all of that coin, accessing all of that happiness.

It’s true, money does not make you happy — but poverty sure as hell makes you sad. Do not believe in the fairy tales that life should be about fun and happiness and doing whatever the fuck you want. WRONG. You toil and then you toil some more. You fight and struggle and then you toil again. After you’ve become great at something — you leverage it and you toil again. You keep doing this until you’re in a pine box and then you can rest.

Listen to me, I haven’t even turned on the television or once looked to see what the markets are doing. I don’t fucking care. This is what I do for a living now: log into the computer and print money. If anyone says that is false, I will tear your fucking face off your bones and rip your collar bone out from your chest.

I simply buy volume breakouts, all day every day, and make 5% per day. I am up 4.5% now, only because I chose not to be fully invested. In other words, I am able to make money at will — whenever I want, however I want.

DO NOT ASK FOR TIPS and if you sign up for Exodus you can fuck right the fuck off if you think I am going to waste my time trying to teach you a damn thing. You eat fish? Good. I am a fisherman. That’s the relationship.

Let me put it to you this way: you could live 1,000 lifetimes and try really hard to be the best trader you could be and would still not be better than me. Don’t email me or ask me any questions — just fuck off.

This blog is simply my method of documenting my ascendancy into the capstone. The rest of you are mere microbes in the way of progress.

I’ve transcended indices and markets and have upgraded into the capstone where I simply print money now. I don’t need to know what anything is doing anymore, certainly not CNBC or the FUCKHEADS on Twitter. Le Fly has Stocklabs and you don’t and I have all I need with my fucking tools, and my algorithms, and all of the other things that are inside it. While I do sound verbose and somewhat Neanderthalic, trust me when I tell you — the wait will be worth it when you’re finally able to access it.

Early going, I am +220bps, after booking a slew, mind you, a slew of profits in NKLA (+23%), TLRY (+12%) and several others. My gains are consistent and they happen all the fucking time. You might attempt to do as well as me, but you will indelibly fail — crashed against the rocks of despair, in ruins, because you didn’t have it in you.

That’s ok, lads. Father Fly is generous and feeds everyone fresh fucking fish daily — posting my ideas and my trades in RT inside Exodus — which will be upgraded into Stocklabs inside of a month. Again, my generosity is without boundaries.