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I bought COUP based off the Exodus algos, which strongly suggest the stock isn’t done going higher.

I bought GWRE for the hundy roll to $106 and even promised to cut off my own head in Exodus if it didn’t happen.

And I bought NTNX and ZUO, born out of frustration after seeing numerous SASS favorites splurge to new record highs. Bear in mind, I had bet on the future of HUBS, ZEN, and TEAM with my testicles and only abandoned those securities once I lost interest.

Here’s the problem with me and investing. I have to do something at all times, moving around, trying different ideas. Just today I had to refrain myself from buy AOI, based off the cannabis news that had come out. This is why, and I can unequivocally say this is true, the best thing I never did for myself was develop the Quant strategy and allocate 75% of my money into it. I do not touch it and simply let to do its thing, only revisiting the stratagem once per month.

Today the Exodus Quant is higher by 90bps. Year to date, gains are in excess of 15%, growing cheerily and gingerly without pause or emotional disruption — the way God intended.

Hurricanes aren’t fun, but the profits you glean from them can be exhilarating. I recall back during the Katrina days and all of the money I made in natural gas. Granted, it wasn’t worth the death, carnage, and destruction, but I bet you some people enjoyed it. Word of advice, leave the areas that will be afflicted by the ‘Cane.

Having now said that, I can pursue a scheme to profit off of Florence. There are a variety of ways to do this, the first being GNRC — power generators. Another one is BGG.

Heck, I can post my Hurricane Basket here, the one I created a decade ago during some ‘Cane — but then that wouldn’t be fair to the good lads inside Exodus — good upstanding paying members. How dare you!

Some other ideas include IMKTA, Carolina based grocery chain.

How about JELD? They make doors, also based in NC.

ECOL — hazardous waste pick up.

COST, LOW, and HD are obvious — but too big.

PGTI — hurricane windows.

I’m very bullish on the efficient market theory, which counts on the collective of people in the market being able to efficiently price securities based off news. Watch for anything trending or moving fast in price — then go check the profile to see if it fits into the storm narrative.

Happy hunting.

The only reason why I’m not crying this morning, following the SONO earnings miss, is because I sold half the position yesterday for a 9% gain. I got lucky, plainly — due to my memory of getting fried inside the pan during earnings season. It was an easy sell, since the stock had pressed higher by 13% for the day. Whenever a stock barrels higher like that ahead of earnings, more often than not the stock is going to drop after earnings. That’s just the way it goes.

With the balance of my position, I will likely sell it today and be done with it — because holding a stock diving lower after earnings is the definition of dead money.

Futures are appreciably lower, but there isn’t much to worry about. I still have 25% cash and two old man stocks, K and CLX, which can soften the blow of any market about to get poleaxed. I haven’t had a good poleaxing in a long time. Perhaps now is as good a time as any — whilst in the month of September and all.

I have a lot of lessons to teach you — and the most basic one is easy to understand: ALWAYS BE NERVOUS heading into earnings. Nothing is set in stone and even if you had inside info on a company — there’s no way of knowing how Wall Street is going to digest said news. If you have easy profits like I did with SONO yesterday, 9 times out of 10 take it.

Earnings will be reported after the bell and I am sure it will be good. Nevertheless, I have a 9% intra-day gain on today’s purchase — because I am the best trader alive today, so I just ripped out the position and will be keeping my original sized position (5%) into the fires of joy.

My basis is around ~$19, so I literally can’t lose.

WISH ME LUCK.

There was a brief moment this morning when I endured momentary pause, a temporary ambivalence opposed to risk. I’m past that stage in my life now and consider myself to be a changed man. There were moments when I’d fret for loss and pretend the market was actually up 400 points — because it made me feel good. I’d root and cheer and toss sandwiches into my mouth and swallow them whole.

Nowadays, I toss a few 6 min eggs into my mouth, alongside some bread and ham and a little mayo, and cheer and root for my portfolio to go up. It’s like a non-stop party here at House Fly — the residence booming with the tunes of Bach and the dogs barking, the dishwasher humming along. Ah, what a wonderful existence.

I’m double long into SONO earnings due to a fervor inside of me — one that has always dared death to test my mettle. I am not scared of bankrupted myself and I’m not even scared of death. We can only die once — what’s the big deal?

Having said that, I just took time out of eating the ham and the eggs and the bread to buy some QUOT. Try to stop me.

Off to NYC for a day trip.

The market has been celebrated this year for its returns. But look at my Bubble Basket and how the index has traded flat over the past few month — stuck in a trading range.

While tempting to exercise some bravado here, I cannot get myself to making an purchases just yet, especially with the profile of the market so weak and biased against tech.

Nevertheless, I scoured my position and decided to increase my stake in SONO — not because I love the company or believe in the speakers they retail, but only because the stock is heading higher.

Best case scenario, markets rip higher and the Nasdaq leads. Only then would I consider spending my 25% cash position on high priced designer stocks.

Dow futures are +60, Nasdaq +18 — because we’re in a bull market and there is nothing that can stop stocks from barreling higher.

First thing tomorrow, I am going to dive headlong into a pool filled with blood, bear blood that is. I endeavor to eat those who bet against me — ripping their flesh from their skulls and digesting their bones into my matrix.

I have a list of stocks that I want to buy and will execute those trades tomorrow, live in Exodus — because it’s the American thing to do.

Good night and sleep well.

These are the stocks that 90% of investment advisors are buying now for their clients. If they do not buy these stocks, they are fired, but first whipped within an inch of their lives.

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These past 4 months have been glorious, as I’ve fashioned myself to be a high techFAG, cavorting amongst those in Silicon Valley, chuckling in high pitched tones over $50 lattes and handcrafted chocolates. But as the leaves turn brown, so does my heart turn black, pining for the dark and ominous days of when I was a coal man — stuck in a non-descript mine with nothing but a pick ax and a canteen of water to survive. I’d flail and punish the cave with my hard and angry swings, inhaling the gravy of the mountains deep into my lungs — tarring them with the butter of God.

Time has come, I think — to once again thrust myself into the cave, spelunking down into where the bats and the dragons reside, harkening back to an era of when America was young and beautiful and also disgusting and very dumb. But there was a romanticism in all of that ignorance, one born inside the coal mine — procuring the rock of Satan for the steamships of Athena and the power plants of Poseidon.

I’ll have you know that I am long CLF, in a small degree, but long nevertheless. I will also have you know that the stock has been trending wayward and up — away from any semblance of weakness. Under the Great Trump, America is mining again — men diving into small carts and being roller coastered into an underworld of wonder, danger, and also hard work and toil. Swinging the ax and picking at the cave for the combustible rocks that blacken the earth is a noble and just cause. If we do it enough, perhaps all of our problems will wash away, along with life itself.

Have a gander at the seasonality of CLF — implying now is a retarded time to barrel into the shares. I do so, nonetheless.

To some of you East and West coasters, working inside the bowels of a coal mine sounds foreign, mainly because you’re all lazy sloths, accustomed to having your cars powered by electricity and your coffee heated by solar panels affixed to your ovens. “The Fly” is a man of the people, sensitive to the plights of those inside the shitholes of America — far and distant places forgotten by the nation — because the memory of them was too injurious for most to reconcile with. While the people of Pennsylvania, West Virginia and Ohio might be laughed upon for their nonsensical existence, I support them and their efforts to reopen all of America’s coal mines and bring forth a new era of Victorian steel mills and steamship operators and cast iron works to be outfitted on new Second Empire Queen Ann homes for the rich and row flats for the working class — the honest class of beer swilling game goers.