I feel like some sort of fucking ghoul, looking for wealth destruction in stocks. I know all of this negativity is very bad for my karma. However, I just can’t help myself.
See, when I see people fuck up their trades, in a profession that I have mastered, I get crazed in the head— obsessed with proving a point. Unlike others, for me, it’s not about the money. Hell, if I was all about the money, I’d be fucking whoring myself around—squeezing pennies out of old ladies. As a matter of fact, I don’t even accept new business anymore.
Fuck the money.
It’s about proving a point.
The point here is we (the world) are in a very precarious situation and printing money is not the answer. It solves nothing.
Take a quick scan of the big banks; they are having their faces ripped off for them—on this glorious tundra like NYC morning.
Rumors are spreading fast, regarding HBC‘s need to raise capital. I am hearing they need 30 billion dollars. That’s outrageously funny. No one is going to give them that much money.
Here are the names you need to watch:
C, BAC, HBC, DB, BCS, GS, STD, MTU, JPM and WFC.
Dude, things are looking grim.
In other news, I really need to start eating oatmeal again. Someone had mentioned it on the blog yesterday and it reminded me: hey, for the love of tits, I like oatmeal.
I’m embarrassed to say, I’ve been drinking an awful lot of Earl Grey tea these days. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I get obsessed with things and completely get carried away. I need to stop drinking tea. It really is a queered out beverage and offers little caffeine to fuel my fucking engine.
As you know, “The Fly” does not sleep.
Hey, by the way, credit default swaps are blowing the fuck out for C again.
Happy trading, fuck face.
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