The world is like an egregiously populated cesspool, with the beaches being the 1st world. Said beaches are extremely crowded, with people jockeying for position willing to kill their neighbor if they have too. There are very few that work hard to build a sand castle and far more that look to kick them down. There are also those others, who by birth and/or ancestral right, have inherited the rights to inhabit such great locations without having to jockey. Some of these individuals choose to build their own castles, others tear down the castles their forefathers have built for them through laziness and neglect. That part of the beach is Greece, the spoiled child who leans on its ancestral name to get away with whatever it wants, and  it’s neighbors have to take on the burden of the drunken asshole who just wants to do a bunch of drugs and wreck Ferrari’s. A thorough analysis here by the illustrious @thetapeguy .

I’m fucking sick of this shit. Does anyone else notice that when there is good news with futures, Asia, and Europe ripping that we always get the short end of the stick right after the open? It is like a sick fucking joke, is it not? I feel like I am one of the “late night guys” here on iBC and on Twitter, because I am on the Left Coast and I stay up super late anyways. I attribute some of my nocturnal nature to my warrior genetics, and the other to being in the Army, especially the Airborne Infantry. If I had a fucking penny for every guard shift I pulled in the middle of the night in Iraq, in the filed at Fort’s Bragg and Benning, or even fuckin radio guard in Kuwait, I would be rich as fuck. I’m a total puss about getting up early now, but I used to live 35mins off post, stay up ’till midnight playing video games, then get up at 4am to beat the traffic to get into work by 6am. I cannot do that shit anymore, at all. These days I get up check my accounts and the news, go back to sleep, do it again, until I get up at like 9am. Parachuting out of planes used to also be a normal part of my job, as did shooting AT-4 rockets and almost destroying the whole bunker/trench system at Kerzaa Range (oops!). These days that shit, the parachuting at least, sounds terrifying. It’s also terrifying being a money manager, though that isn’t really an accurate description of the job. Okay it’s not that terrifying, but it is stressful.

Here’s my moves for tomorrow and some weird/ridiculous shit that happened to me.

$QQQ is pretty much my only play. TNA didn’t play out today as ‘Merica is apparently not invited to “good news rally party.” QQQ should be good based on ORCL’s earnings and MSFT’s new tablet. Both companies are solid too, but I am looking for a quick 3-10% on QQQ then step back into cash. I’ve really gotten beaten up since April and May. I’ve had to sell shit to transfer money into my checking account because I’m not making my clients enough money and that fucking SUCKS! Part of the game unfortunately.

Today I got so angry that I almost had a “rage blackout” which is some scary shit. You actually get so mad that you can’t control yourself. Here are some events that are variables in that equation.

-the skinny, but I guess ripped, pale white fucker that is like 6’5″ always looks at me in a shitty way. He used to run past my house when the old MArina 24 was still open. I would say hi to him and he wouldn’t say shit. He has big stupid ears like my brother, come to think of it he really does look like my brother. He always wears the same black shirt and black pants to the gym, and drives a bitch ass 2003ish M3. I’ve only ever really seen him talking to busted as chicks in the gym. Anyways, he always looks at me with a shitty grin, just begging to be smashed out. Today he laughed at me, (maybe because I shaved my beard?), and when I said “what are you laughing at faggot?” he just smiled at me and opened his eyes wide. I was taking the bar off the cable and putting the v-bar on it to do triceps pushdowns. I seriously wanted to take the bar and smash his head in to little bits of skull and brains.

-This little Asian kid, probably in high school, was horsing around with his buddy and knocked the 90lb dumbbell out of my hand, crushing his foot. He wanted to blame it on me. Where are his fucking parents?

-Afterwards while I was in line at SafeWay, this fat short Mexican woman with her 3 misbehaving ass kids, was buying a bunch of bullshit with her EBT food stamp card. This was in the express line, 15 items or less, I would say she had at least 30 items, including candy. Your tax dollars at work folks.

-While I was driving home, these three “cholos” in a Hummer H2 thought I cut them off. So naturally, they get out and want to fight at the first chance, which sounds like the funnest thing in the world to me at the time. The two that weren’t driving get out, when I get out and take my shirt off the back the fuck down instantly. Saying “[they] have to be somewhere, and I won’t be so lucky last time. Not too many people get shot at in the Marina, so I am just going to play the odds and say they are either bitches, are worried because I look like a big scary tattooed white dude, or smart enough to know that they will get locked up for life and it’s not worth it.

-There was no fucking parking, there were 4 spots however, were the person parked so fucking stupidly that they took up two spots, OR THE MOTHER FUCKER IN THE VESPA WHO PARKED IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING BIG ASS SPOT!!!!!

-Looking for parking i ran into my neighbor who is a sell-side cretin. He always looks like he just got back from yachting and talking about getting hand-jobs from “so and so CEO’s” daughters at Harvard and shit. He flipped me the fuck off. I pulled up next to him put my car in Neutral and pulled the hand brake. Then i got out and leaned on my roof and said “you slimy little fuck-stick, sell-side, piece-of-shit, bitch. I’d loved to fight you to the death with fucking lumberjack axes. I promise to make it painful as a mother fucker.” That piece of shit said, “I’ve got too much money to not have someone fight for me.” With a bitch made smirk, fuck that coward.

Some good shit that happened today.

-I benched 365lbs cleanly using my “power lifter arch” method.

-I weighed 264.9(almost not making the heavyweight limit of 265), but I am leaner. I have been drinking less beer and have been having a really healthy shake and pro-biotics in the morning. Maybe I really do have genetics that just pack muscle on?

That’s it. QQQ tomorrow me thinks? A disconnected (from America) this market is.

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