GODZILLA STOMPED

You little fuckers are Japan and I am Godzilla, stomping on your bullshit firetrucks, while eating large amounts of sushi. In my world, money is secondary. Gentlemen, I have not taken money out of my brokerage accounts for 10 years. As far as I’m concerned, it’s “space money,” not needed for Earthly things, only to be used as offerings to the Gods. Any clients that take money out are quickly fired and sent packing, so that they may enjoy “going it alone” at their local E-trade—where they can “blow the fuck up” for $8 per trade, or whatever the fuck they are charging these days.

It’s about the wins people, only the wins.

When you go to a liquor store and ask for a quality bottle of wine, there is a 99% chance you will be required to pay up for such a product. The same relationship is applied to the purchase of clothing, beluga caviar or even rib eye steaks. When you ask “Le Fly” to operate his coin factory for you, I will have you know, you will be required to pay up.

For the moment, I will put the lessons in life saga on the back burner and tell you what I am doing.

I bought some Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia, Inc. [[MSO]] and Masco Corporation [[MAS]] , based upon crystal ball readings and gut feelings. Additionally, I threw three jars of grape jelly against the wall and none of them broke. As a result of this occurrence, I bought more Cummins Inc. [[CMI]] and Corinthian Colleges, Inc. [[COCO]] .

Be prepared for the market to break the fuck out. If you are inclined to remain short, be prepared to be dropped off the Empire State Building, onto an unmarked bag of grape jelly jars. My best guess, they will all break and so will you, fuckface.