So I guess I should come up with some sort of “ticket” with only an hour left until the open of the polls. So here’s a look into me, The Rhino, or more affectionately (no homo), just Rhino. There’s one thing that has stayed with me my entire life, and that’s to fight for those who cannot, or will not. I also liked to dress up, apparently, so here I am prepared to defend my baby cousin from the stupid neighbor kids at my grandparents  in Tucson.

My Mom once said that I picked up a stick and starting making guns sounds before I even knew what a gun was, like when I was still crawling, (unconfirmed on the crawling part).  I always hated school. I’d rather spend my time playing football on the street, jumping my bike off ridiculous objects (roofs for one example), skating my mini-ramp, playing one of three instruments, fighting, or generally not being normal. I got in my first fight in Kindergarten when another student named Douglas stole another kids cookie and punched me when I confronted him. I had no idea how to fight, but I got on top of him and started dropping what bombs I could. It didn’t end well, as his 9 year old cousin kicked me off then Douglas tried to smother me, resulting in the removal of a large piece of his arm by my 5 year old teeth. From there on I got in trouble multiple times, but I was ALWAYS sticking up for someone, or myself. The only thing I was ever sure of in life was that I wanted to be in the military, first a SEAL (Dad went to USNA), then Marine (see previous), then I heard about the Army’s Ranger and Airborne programs. Unfortunately I was unable to go the Ranger route,  as I could not initially get the security clearance needed due to my previous troubles.

I graduated from high school not far from here across the Golden Gate Bridge June of 2002. I entered Basic Training early Aug. one week after my birthday. After graduating November 22, 2002, we had a week of “holdover” then entered Airborne School. I made my fifth jump December 18, 2002, just in time to go home for Christmas, it would be the last time for 3 years. After 27 days of leave it was off to Fort Bragg, NC, to be assigned to my unit. After 82nd replacement and indoctrination I was assigned to Bravo Company, 3/325 AIR, 4th Brigade, 82nd Airborne Division. I left for Kuwait less than a month later on Valentine’s Day. After training up in Kuwait and having a jump into Baghdad get scratched, we were flown to As Samawah, and I had my first fire fight.

After a year, including Christmas, we got back on January 29. After a month of leave we began “train up” again. We got a DRF (Division Readiness Force) One call that we had 18 hours until we were wheels up. This was on Thanksgiving 2004. I spent another Christmas in downtown Baghdad, two in a row. Here’s an article from British GQ about it, and my picture from the article.

You can read the article here.

After those two tours, numerous injuries, and the fact that my Mom almost had a nervous breakdown from having both her boys over there or training all the time, I got out. I then moved back to California, where I toiled through school, often times more worried about partying then grades. It came to a head when I crashed my Z06, drunk mind you, and fought some friendly neighborhood CHP Officers. That was the epiphany for me, I moved back up to SF and got back with the amazing lady that is now my fiance. She has been there for me through the darkest of fucking PTSD’d times, so I thought the least I could do was buy her something shiny from Blue Nile to put on her finger. Now it’s her, our two dogs, and me, but now what the hell do I do?  I was going to school to become a CPA, then I met my mentor and business partner @thedrbigboss, I quickly changed my degree to finance and started learning everything I could about valuations, multiples, how earnings were manipulated, etc. Okay, so how does this relate?

Now I fight for the shareholders, the grandparents with what little money they have left in their mutual funds. I do this by exposing garbage companies, and doing my best to get the word out there so people can get their money out, and even better short it ’till zero. This is what I look to do often here, names like ZSTN, FSLR, GRPN, ZNGA, and most recently P. I don’t like how the fucksticks over at GS and MS give stocks such ridiculous valuations, or how they underwrite worthless stocks in the first place? Remember FB? So I guess that is my ticket, The Rhino, “Short Seller Extraordinaire.” Please note, I do not short to hedge, or because of market trends, I short because I want that company to have to answer to their shareholders and the SEC. Icahn, NFLX, and DIS anyone?

Mr Woodshedder endorsed me in a post, it can be read here.

The Polls open in roughly an hour. Please vote for me.

Rhino 2012.

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