To be honest, I would like nothing more than to see people with their heads on fire, diving into vats of gasoline for closure. But I am a very, very smart man and like the feel of money in my pocket or as some of you from the ghetto might say “stacks.” Because of my love for money, I’ve refrained from shorting stocks, in favor for a neutral stance in cash.
Today I upped my exposure to VXX to 15% of assets. I still have more than 60% in cash because my goal is to buy dips, not so much bet on disaster. But it’s coming ladies and gentleman–yes indeud.
Soon enough zombies will rise from their graves and race over to the NYSE to eat the brains of the traders who work there. The market will shake you up, rattling your bones and crushing your skeleton into calcium/phosphorus white fucking powder.
As for me, I gallantly ride through this runaway bull market atop a TZA steed. As I ride this beast, I shoot people with handguns and I reflect on my sins with sincere silence.
THIS IS IT, FUCKFACE. The top is in. Enjoy the remainder of your day long gold stocks, jackass!
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