I poured my heart into this whole blogging thing. Even though I am ridiculously busy, and don’t get paid for this, I still pour my heart out. My posts about the Iraq Invasion are not all that easy for me to write, so why would I do that? I honestly don’t know. To get my name out there? For what? If I can’t get enough viewers to get paid here, why would I try to get paid for this elsewhere? I mean seriously, how much do the best bloggers make? I’m not bitching, it’s a mistake on my part.
I was going to give you all this reasoning, but it’s not worth the breath. People still come on here and say stupid shit about my stock picks, yet, I just provided them with one name that returned 70%, STP. I won the March Madness Contest with GILD, and I never bitched about not receiving prize money like the previous year’s ingrate, and I don’t want any money, but why would someon say anything bad about that? I did the hard work, and go lucky.
I try to reply as fast as possible to people’s comments and tweets. For what? Why should I care? I’m not reaping any benefits, in fact I am making my life harder. I’m really not even into trading anymore. Why would I put that much work into it, and tell you each of my trades real-time, when I am only making 1/10, plus whatever the returns are for my money? That’s nothing, really. I can’t live on this. I would have to manage well over $100 mm just to be comfortable, and– at the current rate –wouldn’t be able to buy a house until I am 40.
When I first got into the game it was brainstorming and trading/investing with The Dr and others, but no one ever called someone a “dumbass” just for stating a thesis they didn’t agree with. Then I get on Twitter and finance sites, and there are all these armchair QB’s, calling me all sorts of names. I have really thick skin, and don’t care, but every time I get a comment alert, I go and look at it. If it’s some negative bull shit, I just wasted my time. I hate having my time wasted. I’m afraid of no man, and am a man of honor.
I don’t need to deal with that bullshit for no return. I’ve been working on my own for almost a year now, while the Dr works on building his core fund. I don’t have any picks from Gabriel or Mohammed, so all I have is myself– and hard work. Sure, there’s lots of luck involved, and the thought about waking up to a position getting kicked in the dirt, isn’t a good recipe for sleep. Yet I take the time to share my findings. Maybe I am neolithic, but I believe that one shouldn’t speak ill of someone, if they are not ready to meet the other in physical combat. Why should I let someone call my family and me all sorts of horrible things with no recourse, is enduring that civilized?
I have to go get some actual work done. I don’t havetime for little boys in men’s bodies– though they often have the bodies of little boys –to disrespect me. I accept any challenge that is not of a nature that I cannot physically complete, e.g. a 20 mile run; as my knees will literally fall apart. Whether it be writing a scholarly essay, discussing the constitution, or relating historical events to the present, I am game for any contest.
I love to compete, and I love to conquer fear. Much gratitude to all that read my stuff regularly and commented religiously. I really appreciate all of your support. And much gratitude to the men of the #12631, and all those who had my back. I don’t need to hide behind anything, this is really me.
If you’re ever in San Francisco and want to talk shop, feel free to hit me up RhinoCapitalMGMT [at] gmail [dot] com.
The name is Drew.
Beware the Ravens.