Let the clowns and the asshats pine for the next great depression, so they could make a few euros on their FAZ positions. When you read the frantic, fucktarded manifestos of these lemmings understand they are not leaders, but pathetic, sorry followers, who conform to “group think” because they are weak. It has never been my belief we were in some stock market utopia, where community organizers blazed a path to glory through income redistribution. But I refuse to believe the central banks of the world will sit idle while their respective countries burn to the fucking ground. It. isn’t. going. to. happen.
These scenarios have played out numerous times over the past three years. Each and every time, like clockwork, the most ardent of bears overwhelm the comments section of this glorious blog. I spit on your person. I slap the life out of your face. It always ends with one big grande “I told ya so”, followed by me bowling on your heads with cannon balls.
There is no ambiguity about the situation we find ourselves in. There is no more time for talk and half measures. The deviants in Europe must conclude their civilizations or adhere to the untenable laws of survival. Without total and complete cooperation from all powers in the EU, the stock market and banking system as we know it will be nothing more than a memory. These slow rolling black swan events, purported by governments intentionally, are extraordinarily rare. As a matter of fact, I do not believe this has ever happened.
I take no qualms with those who want no part of this tape and have elected to go to cash. However, I harbor a great deal of disdain, and frankly, deep seated murderous rage towards the fucktards who attempt to “machine gun” me through half hazard declarations of war on this web domain. I will cut your heads off and put your skulls in my backyard to be used as cigar ashtrays.
“The Fly” does not back down from low level punks, who run around with heroin needles in their necks and leave snarky comments on the internets. It is a MISTAKE to fuck with me and I will let my presence be known, over and over again, until your livers are searing on my grill.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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