GOLD NEEDS TO DIE MOAR

I know most of my trading cohorts, intelligent lads fueled by statistics and logic, decidedly booked their monster DUST and short NUGT victories. They’re adhering to the timetables and average returns set forth well in advance by our super computers.

And I might do the same at some point today. I do not blow about the world by the winds of impression, but I will bend like a blade of grass. In either case, I could sure like to see more acts of brutality visited upon gold bulls.

They’re vile citizens, reclusive in nature, no less a man than me, but morose on the future. I’d rather throw my hat with someone who is objective about reality, but also pursuing ways to make it better. Not some goldbricking naysayer living in the woods.

Naturally, this means I am long TSLA, forever, and if I had the means to do so, I’d be short gold, forever.