Imagine a rocketship about to take off to outer space. Now picture yourself in a position to ride inside of said rocket ship for a 6 year trip, hidden from the crew, stowed away in the ass of the ship without food or water. Your plan is haphazard at best. You only care to ride in the rocketship for the sake of riding in the rocketship. You haven’t thought it through and now you’re hungry and desperate with thirst. But it’s too late. The rocketship is in outer space and the crew doesn’t know you exist, as you reside in the ass of the ship, stowed away from civilization.
Within one week hence, you will die. However, the autopsy will not show that you perished from thirst or starvation. There is one reason why you stepped onto that rocketship, and one reason only: you are a fucking idiot.
Nothing else can properly explain why you do what you do. One must simply chalk it up to a line drive off the head as a boy, or a genetic default that renders you incapable of making quality life decisions.
We all have bad trades, some last longer than others. Stubborn, brutish, ox-headed and aggresssive are some of the traits associated with man. I am guilty of possessing all of those qualities. But I am not an idiot, unlike you. I see what I see and know what I see.
They (central banks) have been gifting you guaranteed wins for almost 6 years now, yet you choose to continue this reckless path of moronic design; you pig headed jackass of a fool.
This period will be viewed upon as the meridian, the crown jewel, for investors, of all time–making the Gilded Age look like a time whence austere lifestyles dominated and strangled America’s rich. You will get to tell your grandchildren that you sat out the greatest run of all time because you disagreed with a set policies that you feigned to understand, in the simplest of terms, and opted to bet against the most powerful central bank mankind has ever seen.
Bravo (golf clap).
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