First off, thank you to everyone who showed up on my Friday blog and showed their appreciation for my work. It means something to me, that I might provide value to your daily work flow.
I love work. I work so much. I do not expect you to admire my determination. I am just creating the type of content that I wish existed when I was 20, 21 years old. The type of content that demonstrates what it actually takes to make money.
I studied finance in college because I wanted to make money. Society today is incredible. As long as you make money and take care of your responsibilities, you are free to do whatever you please with your time. When you lay the timeline of earth out on a linear plot you realize how short your blip of existence is.
So I want to respect your time.
And when people like sacrilege show up and spew their hateful nonsense, it just makes me sad. It is not that he has an opposing view to mine. It is that he harbors a sickness in his mind and maybe his heart, whatever that means.
Growing up, my uncle lived with me. The guy was clinically crazy. They blamed it on the drunk driver that ran him over when he was a boy. Then they blamed it on the doctors, which is fair. They did not understand closed-head injuries in the early 80s like we do today. When my mom arrived at the hospital, she always tells me, my uncle was propped up in a chair with his eyeball hanging out of his head.
Elder RAUL tells a different story. He says my uncle was always a bit off. He talks about these serious fevers the guy used to experience, well beyond 110 degrees fahrenheit, and says his temperament was always a bit off, which is why he ran in front of that car and was smashed.
Anyhow I grew up with this crazy man as a fixture of my daily life. He yelled constantly and had the strength of an ox. Retard strength, as they say.
His volatility fascinated me. I constantly attempted to understand it with the goal of easing the stress it caused to my family. At age 11 I had an interesting breakthrough. My parents bought me a Sony discman. It was big and bad ass. I loved it. For whatever reason, aside from the most savage west coast rap music, I was also into the Beach Boys back then.
My uncle was having a fit. It was probably because we wouldn’t let him have any more pop. The guy loved sugary pop. He would drink it too fast and choke on it. Anyhow I plopped headphones on him and played Good Vibrations. He stopped shouting. Well, he did not stop entirely. He began singing the song loudly. But he stopped freaking out. It was great. From then on we knew that he could be soothed with music.
Music truly is special.
My uncle did not say many things but he repeated everything he said over-and-over, tens of thousands of times. What would amuse me most would be when he would yell, repeatedly, “I’M NOT YELLING.” To see a full grown man yell that he is not yelling is an experience most of you will never know.
He was crazy. Closed head injury crazy. It shaped me. It made me comfortable with volatility. I am sure of it. The stock market can dish out 200 point ranges in the NASDAQ and it doesn’t phase me. It actually amuses me.
The point of this long anecdote is important. Every interaction with someone is an opportunity to learn something. Even if that person is sick in the head, like commentor sacrilege most likely is, it is still an opportunity to expand your understanding of life, maybe, maybe humanity, maybe how to make money.
I don’t have the answers.
What I do have are battle-tested lessons in trading. What I do have is the most logical and unbiased way to create a short-term bias and define actionable trading levels.
And that is enough for me. Hopefully it is enough for most of you to stop in and see what your boy is up to. Because for real, I love this shit, trading and blogging and making videos of my handsome face.
RE: the markets
I do not have any objective way of confidently forecasting what may transpire over the next five days. I am not too proud to admit that. My trading will be light during the holiday week.
Sacrilege, if you happened to read this listen, yes—I am comparing you to my developmentally disabled uncle. It may seem offensive, but I can assure you he was the sweetest man I have ever known. He taught me more about life than anyone else ever has. And I respect you, and I respect your right to say whatever the hell you want.
I do not respect you anti-Jew sentiment. It is truly fucked up. Like seriously, stop coming to my blog entirely if you will not stop saying that shit.
RAUL SANTOS, November 19th, 2017
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