Today’s market was very ungentlemanly. If I was long in any large degree, I’d be vexed to the point of murderous rage, after today’s tomfoolery. For the day, I managed to make 0.1%, in other words flat. My picks are entirely unimportant. What’s worth noting is the manner in which my wine bottles are stored, all polished and maintained at a specific temperature, away from the denizens of iniquity.
If you are reading iBankCoin and ponder its meaning: look no further than this blog. I do not need your money, only your attention. Since the age of 10, I’ve been playing in the stock market, figuring out how this game works. From time to time, I will go cold and lose money on a few errant ideas gone haywire. But at the end of the day, I fucking win, all the time, even when I appear to be losing.
We do offer premium services at iBC; but it not the culture of the site to only cater to those who are willing to hand over small sums of change to us. This is a passion of mine that will conclude at a time of my choosing, without notice or warning. One day you will wake up and I will be gone.
That is the way of the world, so do not worry about the longevity of these halls.
One hundred years from now, these halls will be polished and maintained by gentlemen of the first tier, as it is today.
As for the market, nothing matters until financial matters are dealt with at “The Hole.”
Good day.
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