Closed the Week Out a Fucking Loser

I opened the day with 250bps losses and hemmed them a bit, shutting it down 1.7%. Not a horrendous day — but I should’ve been up. I traded fat and sloppy — really sad. Typically I get a morning run that cements my day. If down by 11am, I am fucked until late day. Today we saw security stocks like FEYE and CRWD jump the fuck higher. I traded MCFE successfully — because America is open season for hackers and everyone gets a piece of the action. BIG TECH loves it and makes endless streams of cash from inept government agencies who are too fucking stupid to protect themselves from slavic retards coding from their local Borscht takeout cafes.

My Quant was up 125bps, so I was a winner in a sense. Plus in my long term portfolio, I own TSLA and other shit moving up. I made 75bps there too. The point is, you need money to make money. We all know that. I am still a piker amongst kings — but I’ve carved my way slowly and methodically. If young or without coin, my best advice, as if you were a friend, would be to add money into the market every month like paying a bill. Get a long term portfolio and buy them and build your account over the next 2-3 years. When you have $25k-50k, you can begin trading — but not before. I do not recommend people trade with accounts less than $50k. And, most importantly, if that $50k is your net worth — DO NOT TRADE IT. Compound those returns over time and although you might not live long enough to enjoy the fruits of your everlasting labor — hopefully your rotten kids or grandkids could — and they could, perhaps, provide their loved one’s with a lifestyle built off your legacy. Sounds incredibly selfless — because it is.

I awoken today to stark and foreboding losses. I exacerbated those losses with several hare brained trades. Presently, I am off by 2.5% and I’ve been forced, coerced even, to dive back into the market with my cash in order to attempt at reversing said misfortunes.

Last night I was with Mrs Fly and Mother in law at the local mall here in Raleigh, NC when SHOTS rang out and people started running all over the place — dragging their kids by the hair to escape the local gang-bangers scourge. As it happened, I was in a PAC-SUN, bored to death as my wife purchased Xmas presents, when we were locked into the store. See, active shooter protocol dictates gates must close down and people must remain still. There was a certain ‘now yoos can’t leave’ vibe to all this — but I soon after left and escaped the horrors of potential life ending gun shots to the face.

I have about 30% cash. My latest purchase was Chinese SPAC NBAC. I tell you this out of charitable generosity, as it happens to be the holiday season. As you know, Le Fly only offers his sage -2.5% for the day advice to members only. I am bemused by their name, NEWBORN ACQUISITION, based in China. I prefer to believe they acquire newborns and sell them to wealthy Japanese businessmen at the Tokyo airport. I will be disappointed whenever I get around to reading a single item about what they do.

Lots of shit flying off the shelves now and the gifts under the tree at House Fly are brimming with decadency. We’ve spent RECORD amounts this year — rewarding all of our children for a year of terrible behavior and sub-par grades. As for yours truly, and I don’t talk about it much, but I have been consumed, mentally and physically, trying to get Stocklabs launched. The undertaking is extreme and I have micro-managed every single feature with everything I have to offer. I’ve been using the software exclusively for my trading since September, sporting +40% trading returns since then. There will be full transparency in all of my portfolios upon launch. Originally, we were supposed to launch in December. But if I’m being honest, that would be a rush job. It’s looking more like Feb 2021 — because there is a slew of price target functions and educational material that needs to be integrated. Plus, we have thousands of people signed up for beta and I have no idea, whatsoever, how that might tax the servers. Nevertheless, and this goes without saying, Exodus is doing just fine now and if you’re too inundated to be smart about trading on your own — I highly recommend you give it a try. It is filled with scores of degenerates just like you — who spend all day shit-posting about grande wins and perversions that could only be discussed in a private forum.

Time to get back to trading and attempt at trading well enough to erase this miserable loss for the day.

I am about 55% cash with just about the biggest piece of shit portfolio possible. I am tempting the stocks gods to offer me a 100000000bps drawdown. And to be honest, I would rather enjoy it. The toil and the certitude of always making money wears thin on me. I’d rather, dare I say, fall down a manhole and climb myself back out from the rats gnawing at my feet.

I traded a little of this and a little of that — made 230bps just for showing up.

I will say, rather emphatically, if you’re not up in the ballpark of 150% this year — you’re not a very good trader. The money is simply out there for you to take it.

Are you man enough to take it? Are you good enough?

No fear, no tears. We aren’t in any mortal threat, aside from a pandemic that is as sweet as pie to people younger than 70. For 2020, business has boomed and stock trading has been unbelievably accommodative. Dare I say, 2020 has been my best year yet?

The truth of the matter is, we’re in a unique period of time filled with technological innovation, which as a result of these new luxurious modes of living — has paved and given way to a brand of hedonism that screams out from the rooftops that we’re nearing or at a top of this cycle. That of course would be narcissistic to believe and I am more of the mind to see and wait things out before making such declarative statements. I will tell you, with all of my heart and vigor, that I intend to trade through the apocalypse again, profiting off the misery and downtroddeness of others.

But for now, all of us get to bask in the warmth of the Federal Reserve’s sun — even the TikTok investors who stumble and trip through their own stupidity en route to their Robinhood accounts.

Everything is up. Everyone is rich. Everyone rejoice!

I am up 270bps intra-day, preparing to fish.

I was pleasantly surprised to see EQOS thru the roof this morning. Having a 10% weighted position truly helped me feeeeeel better about myself. I booked a 23% profit and closed the book. I’m now 85% cash and watching.

The big story is crypto: BTC 23k, ETH 666.

I’ve been buying ETH every month like it was a very expensive bill. I’d like to say I got lucky, but I didn’t. I knew it was going up, just how I know it still is going up. Whether it drops today or tomorrow is immaterial. For me,it’s about where it’ll be in 2023, which is inexorably higher.

Perhaps only $1,400, perhaps more. The point here is to hedge against your fiat son and don’t bother trading it for the next two years.

The United Steaks has a lot of printing to do in the months and years ahead. I suspect we’ll be discussing this in greater detail throughout 2021.

I got bored and didn’t want to lose 1.5% for the session, so I got in there and did what I do best: trade stocks like the fucking wind and manifest my own destiny.

I almost did it — but I came up a little short, down 60bps for the day, after successful day trades in PHUN (+8%), EQOS (+9.5%), and MNKD (+7%). I did close out the day with a 2x position in EQOS, which I bought a dollar lower after my initial sale.

Truth is, I know exactly what I am doing at all times. I meld into the market and work my best under duress. My advantage, naturally, is I’m a piker now. Not having the burden to manage 10s of millions on behalf of others lends me the freedom to partake in wanton degeneracy. Some of you out there could never dare do or trade what I do. Otherwise your chief compliance officer might walk into your office and punch your jaw right the fuck loose.

I’m saddened now, since the markets closed and I didn’t take full advantage of it when it was alive.

See you cock-suckers in the morning, bright and sprite.

I sold it all but one stock — 95% cash now and I am down 150bps for the session. Ask me if I care.

I don’t know or care if the market is about to dip or soar. The fact of the matter is, I don’t want to trade today — even though the allure of placing a winning bet is somewhat desirable. I could, for example, win big and that win might make me feeeeeeeel better about myself. Or, judging by today’s ledger, I could increase my losses and darken an already dour mood.

As we speed towards a locked down Xmas and into the New Year’s, I find solace in knowing my face will soon be paralyzed from the COVID vaccine. The expression I will attempt to make just before it freeze frames forever is one of extreme jubilation, for being inoculated from the scourge known as COVID.

I know someone who got COVID and ran a fever up to 99.5 degrees. Imagine having to endure…

My Uncle, as an aside, did die from COVID last year — but he was old and I didn’t really know him too well. The times we met were meaningless, as his mental faculties weren’t all there. When my father was alive, he’d always tell us how terrified he was of his brother, “the crazy one.”

Into the closing hours, I will be tempted, but I shall resist, to trade any more stocks today.

I made a few trades this morning, most of little consequence, and have done nothing since. My recent buys are all down, and normally I’d sell them quick and replace them with something new and shiny — but I don’t feel like it. Perhaps it’s the rain; or maybe it’s something else. But I don’t feeeeeeel like trading.

We’re all such fragile eggs, tipping over and cracking at a moment’s notice.

Markets appear to be bland, without much ado, but I really wouldn’t know because I don’t have an interest today.

Also, someone, dare I say my mother in law, has been drinking all of the milk. I suspected it was her — but now know for sure, which is fine but then why feign elaborate adoration of my wife’s Oat milk and then drink of all of my cow milk at a moment’s notice?

I got over the thrill of reckless behavior and have opted for a light trading manner thru 2020 and into 2021. The idea of course is collapse, always looming around the bend. I made over 200bps in mostly intra-day trades today and ended with 60% cash. I suppose I will mirror this model for the week’s ahead, especially since I believe with all of my heart, we shall crack asunder soon and all perish in the fires of vengeance.

Good day.

The winners over the past three months have been wholly schizo. Both oil and alt energy. Both real estate and semis. Growth and income. In a word: everything. Let me amend that, everything but gold — the sole loser the past quarter.

What’s the idea? Why is gold and silver in the shit-house?

The answer is as simple as it is stupid. Gold is boring, also rigged. When markets are rich with bounce, no one wants defensive end of world bargains. The younger people rather buy Bitcoin — because it makes them feeeeel better. Cryptos are this generations fuck you to fiat currency.

Heading into the Biden era, we all expect green initiatives, which is why alt energy and solar are skyrocketing — EV and LIDAR plays all the rage. You will drink your scotch as your EV car autonomously delivers you to jail.

Once reality settles in and people see Biden cannot spend $100 trillion on windmills, I suspect these alt energy plays will tumble into ruin. I cannot, for the life of me, get behind the oil trade now. But I can foresee an enormous shift in sentiment for both gold and silver — especially after all of the sobering up happens and people bear witness to profligate spending in a locked down world.

The vaccine will probably not cure the mask epidemic and we’re likely to remained holed indoors for the next 9 months. Under said conditions, one could presume a massive boon to the stay at home plays — online retailers and fucked faces like ZM, DOCU, SE, and ETSY.

There is a major shift happening in front of your eyes. Behavior is being changed rapidly on a global scale for the first time in human history. Think about the ramifications of all this and then try to figure out where all of that money is going to go.