Now that we’ve established that the Fed is on the side of good, justice and a democratic society, it’s important that you die.
I’m not so much concerned with those of you who are short stocks. Even though, admittedly, I spend inordinate amounts of my time worrying about you–scheming ways to maim and/or permanently injure you. Mother always said “it’s not a real injury, unless you’re subjugated to a wheeled chair for life” (extra Norman Bates). Some call it paranoia. I like to think of it as planning ahead.
Back to the subject at hand.
You ham and eggers, the donut hole punchers of the world, have had it good for too long now. I’m gonna start destroying you, methodically, for all that you’ve done to society, afflicting others with your warped sense of entitlement, and above all, misguided refuse.
“The Fly” is The Cock of the North, residing in a section of the country that was built for gentlemen of the first cloth, colonials who know the difference between right or wrong, bad from the inane. It’s because of the Northeast corridor of the United States that the rest of you enjoy the freedoms that you take for granted each and every day, smoking marijuna cigarettes inside of crack-dens. Always remember, if it wasn’t for us, the hard-working masters of the North, the lot of you would be sucking the dirt off the British crown.
Like I was saying, the market is in rare bull form. Its been teeming up until now, waiting for an opportune moment to break arms to the upside. Listen to me good and clear: if you get in its way now, as it’s breaking out to new highs, your wife and kids will leave you for ruining their future. Don’t do it to yourselves. Don’t ruin your lives betting against the essence of man, which is to forge ahead and receive capital gains.
NOTE: This is day 6 following The PPT‘s OVERSOLD signal. Chalk up another W for “The Fly’s” calculator like brain.