I will cease and desist from offering false hope of doom. As always, I expect the best and hope for the worst—only when I’m short stocks, of course.
Today’s tape is a fucking joke. The sellers are NOWHERE, and I mean NOWHERE to be found. It is almost as if the government found out who they were and locked them in a storage facility.
If you’re short this market, you are not pleased with today’s tepid action. For Pete’s sake, the oil inventory data was 8X’s worse than expected, yet XOM is down a stick.
Fuck me on a spindle.
Frankly, I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I may just leave my business to my underlings and take my show on the road. I can do stand up comedy, inside banks—wearing a ski mask. Or, I can go fishing, inside shopping malls, near water fountains.
Needless to say, I need the keys to Zion. I need to find you fuckers, who escaped the Matrix, and have my robots murder your heads off.
Listen up you fucking fagots, the dollar is not going down in 2009. How about that?
And, on top of that, your local lender over there, that little piece of shit WFC, is going to dilute the shenanigans out of their idiotic shareholder base.
May your inheritance be fully invested in shares of SAY.
As an aside, with my money, I am semi-retired. I am into eating sandwiches and celebrating birthdays, on a daily basis. I don’t have time for this January shit.
Top picks: Turkey and mustard.
NOTE: A fine chart to get long on, indeed.
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