As seen in prior elections, all seasoned goers of iBC know that Greedfeed does not campaign.  He is the Frank Underwood of iBC. Sitting quietly at the end of the elongated table (mahogany of course)  listening, waiting to find weakness in those who pose threat to him, to then javelin them like a fucking shished kabob. Having key partners of immense power tucked away in his back pockets(silked lining), GF’s contact book knows no bounds, virtually having eyes all over the world at any given moment(via drones). One does not simply become Tabbed Blogger, having no connections to high power executives that eat there exquisitely fresh sushi with only the finest of wasabied sauce.

I was dominating the market last week, nailing longs to the fucking wall via puts(MTG), however the remaining 25% I kept for this week is obviously running behind due to the time change. My portfolio right meow is rather meek as i am holding these: HMC, TASR, EXK, MSLP. I understand I am getting pummeled like a possum sunbathing in highway in EXK, BUT mark my words I will come out on top with atleast break even. It is my most disappointing trade this year. I do not have time to explain my investment in MSLP (MusclePharm), just know that i have been beside this company for many a fort night. They are leverged with debt due to high doll-haired athletes contracts.

I am researching 2 new positions currently and will be back after my deployment behind their SAM protected lines. equipped with only a Swissed Army Knife and one Stanley thermos of black Johan, i will be more than successful in my recon.

I am back.

I have spent the last week, watching the teevee and checking my emails about all that has taken place since i have been passed out from the staggering amount of drugs and alcohol and other substances not yet ready for you fellows in the states to be introduced to. The last thing i remember was enjoying refreshments in the study of these halls,with my only worthy opponents, (Rhino, Raul3 and E.M.) preparing to enter the main chamber to be knighted Tabbed Blogger. Like all celebratory functions of high brow, we were enjoying only the finest scotch and cocaine, laced with sun-dried heroine. We were then called upon to be knighted, or be outcast to the peons who eat kosher meals. I am about to kneel down before The Fly, and at his right hand The Clam himself, but then out of nowhere like a punch from a man child ripping my spleen, i was out. I am know awaiting the lab results for Rufilin test. I know i was drugged. HOWEVER, all is fair in love and war. So i tip my hat the those who conspired against me, as i come back today to see you being fired. I am in full support of Das Horn (Rhino), as us who are military men stick together.

Which brings me to current topics, Sequestration. This is bad. This is nothing more than a terrible brother and bigger brother game. The Prez and his posse was sure that they would conjure up a plan so erroneous that the Republican apple pickers would have no choice but to submit. Wrong. Someone gathered up his nuts over at the House de Republicana, and sat down with his colleagues and decided that they wanted to roll the dice on completely shitting on the government, if the Prez & Co. wouldn’t withdrawal. So now, we here at iBC are DOUBLING prepping efforts and digging twice as many trenched and foxed holes. The iBC Resistance Radio broadcast is in its final stages, I am proud to announce. Prepare to be tucked away soundly when all hope is gone.

Shortest Position : Defense contractors

Fuck off campaigning, I am writing this post from trenches far from home, in the depths of sandy Cairo, Egypt. Where shit went wild last night with civilians rushing the president Morsi’s party pad. He is on dog food, his master plan is obviously to turn all those who reside in Egypt  into ancient slave who will once again smelt gold and build pyramids that house world destroying laser beams. Shit is getting real in the sand box now, the Brotherhood is cooking something up in the shadows.

I am obviously not like the ones I respect most; those who blog on the iBC home page, Rhino, and Raul3. This is a good thing in my opinion. They stay at home, in the states, holding the savage tweaked on cocaine and coffee called the market at bay, while myself (sometimes accompanied by Rhino when parachuting behind enemy lines to get the dirty) travel around this ball of magma we live on, digging trenches and foxholes for when we have our fallout of the entire world, not just America, those are already well in place. I bring the fucking party, I don’t let stupid shit like politics or the truth get in the way of a great story for the halls of iBC. We all have great fucking ideas foaming out of our mouths, but can you turn that shit into something that will keep people sitting at the campfire every night to hear your lame ass ideas and stories? I can. 

So think long and hard when you venture out to the polls of iBC and waiting 6+ hours in the frigid winds, who you will dub honour of Tabbed Blogger, because you will be the one getting the enjoyment from us. Please don’t turn our haven into another fucking SeekingAlpha, Stocktwits, or any of those dime-a-dozen “i like stocks” site.

I am Greedfeed, and I approve this message.

Greedfeed: 95%

Shitty competition: 0%

Recount in Florida: 5%

It is unacceptable that our Blogger Network has been over taken by un-educated, bottom feeders from lower tier families whose hair do not smell of royalty and do not roll in Maybachs. Thankfully, we have a Orbital Space Cannon (OSC) here at iBC and are prepared to obliterate them and consequently, their families. There is only one other option for them to survive, they must withdrawl from the (un-winnable) race for Tabbed Blogger, and relocate to Massachusetts to live under Mormon rule.  There is only one blogger here who is already a Tabbed Blogger that I read, his name will remain unspoken but he is big, grey, and has a giant fucking horn sticking out of his head to face fuck his prey. I wouldn’t know how any of the bloggers are doing in the “race,” because I only read those whose education and vocabulary are of a high brow. I am much like Cam Brady, I fuck off campaigning to drink scotch and fuck the competitions wife whilst their heads are in the icebox.

I am ready for the post Fiscal Cliff fall-out. For the last 6 months I have been digging out fox holes, equipped with laser cannons. I was taught from the fucking best of World War trench warfare, where men go to become legends, drinking only the purest black coffee, laced with gun powder and cocaine. The world as we know it will soon fade, the “normal” people in lower tax brackets will transform into zombies, bent off of food stamp cheese and a possible minimal raise of their taxes. Those in the lowest tax brackets will be the elite killers, as they are already adapted to living in poverty. Luckily I am equipped with an OSC and kill streak rewards.

The market is having its clit tickled by the housing comeback, which we have been mentioning for 6 months. It will be a main leader going into the spring of 2013, one of the things that will lead our desolate market back to victory, second only to cocaine(The Clam). Not to our surprise Detroit is falling deeper into the abyss with credit problems from this debacle, not that it was ever destined for anything better than factories for women to put cars together. State leaders are beginning to freak out, because Washington doesn’t give a shit about the state leaders and officials. They are the kids in the back of the car when Mom and Dad are fighting, having grown up talk. Obama being Mom of course, and Congress and other heads of stupid shit are Dad, slapping Mom around like a bitch housewife who only heats up teevee dinners. Maybe she should clean the fucking house(America) once and a while.

The rest of this month will continue onto be floater weeks, trying to raise spirits with song of old Saint Nick, but in secret, Santa’s elves are hard at work whittling down candy canes to stick into your eyeballs late at night after eating your milk and cookies. We will be working hard to track down his sleigh with our OSC. I have more fox holes to dig.

Clearly the level of competition on this round of battle for tabbed blogger spot is much like the French military, just plain weak in the dick. So please spare us all the unpleasantries of looking at the list of blogs on our guest blogger network, it looks like the fucking payroll of apples foxconn factory. I’m not going to make you gasp at my amazing chart skills or technical analysis, I’m going to give it to you cold plain and hard as steel. If you absorb our knowledge here it may help you survive one more day when the world goes straight Terminator era on our ass, in which case you peons will be waiting to listen to the iBC Resistance broadcast, tucking you into bed John Connor style. If you so choose to back burn us, good luck against Arnold’s cold steel hand falcon punching you in the balls.

Other than the fact that I will be knighted to the title of Tabbed Blogger, the market will be fought against Juggernaut style to mask the fact that the “Fiscal Cliff” is coming, the people on the teevee will talk of holiday shopping and joy and retail, fuck off, its coming folks, harder than the Midnight Meat Train. This whole thing is a made up ponzi scheme by the God himself, The Clam. Whether it actually happens is irrelevant, the market will panic and go lower until the end of the year, and in the hours of us going on our annual end of the year bender, accompanied by cocaine and the finest of brandy, it will get significantly worse going into 2013. But hold-fucking-fast gents, because when this bitch finally births this man-child that has been weighing us down, we will trade up, Costanza on cocaine style. The hard part is biting our lip until the year end. We all have that addiction, but sit back, keep your profits and enjoy the circus while it is in town.

Biggest Position:$CASH