Welcome To Your Sell Off (And My 900th Post)

As the markets tank and the dark shadows creep across my walls, my face pulls taught; unsmiling with a waxy glow. The tips of my fingers press together; hands raised in front of my nose; and I peer over them looking to the murk outside.

But of course, there is no concern here. For if you follow us religiously (as all good neophytes should), you are 45% cash right now, indifferent to the storm. Even welcoming it, I should say, much as the defending army welcomes hardship and suffering on his home lands, knowing that the ill prepared barbarian savages at the gate will keel over in pain thrice their own.

Let the tundra be covered with ice and air so cold, their skin burns with a black fire. For our hearths are warm.