My time frame is longer than yours, mainly because I am not addled with severe dementia and ADD. With the 20% cash in my coffers, I have begun acquiring foreign stocks, by way of magical internet transmission.
Be that as it may, you should know, I don’t care about tomorrow’s stock prices. All I know, and this is a certainty (in my head), the Dow is going to 10,500, taking your bearish ass along for the DEATH RIDE.
A great man once said, “fuck all of those other beers; I’m drinking St. Ides.” Similarly, I don’t care about your moving averages, since I, KING COCK, dance to my own calypso music box.
In an effort to not get totally offtrack and incoherent, I insist that you listen to me now and watch me later.
Take profits. I don’t feel like selling; but my situation is different.
Over here, I have lots of money, just sort of sprawled out on my desk, underneath new diamonds and shit. Over there, you are poor, eating hotdogs and fries for dinner, while washing your socks in the bathroom sink.
Look, don’t be afraid to NOT be like “The Fly.” It’s okay—promise.
At the end of the day, I will not be here forever, teaching your retarded ass how to make a living in this God forsaken market. As sure as I’m sitting here, one day, I will vanish into the summer winds, with only remnants of “The Fly” left as a reminder, in the form of a giant “FUCK YOU SHORTS, YOU’RE DEAD” sign on the front page of iBankCoin.
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