The Party is Over

Secretly, most of you wish death upon “The Fly.” Come to think of it, if I was a low level card puncher like you, I’d hate me too, always bragging about dumbass monetary victories and other shit. It gets boring and grating; I know, but don’t care enough to change. Some of you will never listen, no matter what. I respect that.

When I was half-way retarded, new in the business, I never took advice either. I wanted to learn for myself, even if it meant my head had to be tossed into a commercial size fan. Unfortunately, it took egregious losses and multitudes of missed opportunities to become God-like, living in under the umbrella of “God-ville” (no idea what the fuck that means). A wise man once told me, and I quote: “the quickest way to success is emulate those who have already made it.” After that, he started ranting about “faking it till you make it” and all sorts of stupid shit; then I lost interest and told him to go fuck his fishtank.

The point I am trying to make: The NY Mets are a really shitty baseball team. They should cease thinking for themselves and copy the Yankees, without variance, until they learn that shit (whatever the fuck the Yankees do) with their eyes closed, hands cut off and tossed into the Harlem River.

Regarding the market: the rally has ended; but I will not short stocks. Instead, I will bide my time, building watchlists for purchase. I have a 60%+ cash position and will be sitting pretty, if the market corrects. Back to my original point of not trying to catch tops: I am not. I had an exceptional situation today, with one of my motherfucking/bloodsucking positions getting raped by the assfuckers at Flotek. I had to lower the boom, since I could not afford to let the banana be mistaken for a penis (I may have that backwards, who gives a fuck, right?), while visiting the gorilla factory, if you know what I mean.