Old man stocks bucked the trend. I made money in 25% of my portfolio and received clawhammers to my skull in the rest. After last week’s sales, however, I am in a 20% cash position. But it doesn’t matter. Everything is dire, grim and dilapidating before our eyes. The facade, if you will, is being lifted and underneath are grotesque Greek people, eating olives, and yes, feta cheese.
It’s useless to try to guess what the market will do tomorrow or the day after. There is always a news event to save the day: you know it and I know it. Regardless, I have grown weary of this routine. Instead of fighting the meat grinder, frankly, I’m inclined to dive into it, just for the sake of finality.
Nothing is working but old men stocks and that is depressing. All of my big ideas have turned into shitsicles, topped off with a fucked up review from the homo-hammers at Yelp. By the way, this article cannot be exported to Stocktwits for its obscene vulgarities.The tender folks over there have communicated uneasiness about my verbiage and would appreciate to exclude their corporate clients from the ongoings of this house.
The people of iBankCoin are barbaric in that regard, accustomed to using foul language and spitting on homeless people, as well as using the word “bitch” when it is deemed appropriate.
In closing, I welcome the meat grinder and spit on you, regardless of your position in life. I haven’t sold anything; but it’s not necessary, frankly. With 20% cash and another 25% in stocks like KMB, LNCE, PEP, CHD and GIS, there is little reason for me to agitate about the process. I am only interested in the conclusion.
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