JAPAN HAS GONE COMPLETELY INSANE TO THE UPSIDE

Samurai sword to your face…dog.

The Japanese are running hard and strong. Soon enough they will invade neighboring Asian countries and make them slaves, concubines, for the warriors who deserve to be honored. All of your nonsense is now rendered to be worthless. Go play with your balls, play with your nose, just don’t play with my market.

Up we go, like a hot air balloon attached to a god damned space rocket.

500 POINTS IN YOUR STUPID FACE.

Yeah, I’m long WETF.

As if he ever left.

According to the market, there isn’t anything to fear. Fear itself, as is always the case, was the culprit. The facts on the ground dictated otherwise and all we needed was a little prodding to get going again.

Into the melt up, I recovered almost all of my losses. However, if I possessed the conviction of a man with purpose, like a bank robber or serial killer, I would’ve made a fortune. All of the elements were present: cash, balls, cheap stocks. Yet, I opted to wait. Well, I waited one day too long and now must depend on the ignorance of others to allow me to “get liquid” into a cartoonish tape.

AMBA is the next stock to go. I’m also confident that the gods will bless me with splendour, long IMMR. They’ve been smiling upon me since I was young, watched over me as I conducted myself like a complete goon. But that’s the past. We shall not delve into such unpleasantness.

What are you dog brained folks buying? Do you still like AAPL? Are you catching the golden knife? The world wants to know.

In honour of all that is good and just, spread the iBankCoin word. Go to your neighbours stupid house and demand that they “educate themselves on the inner-workings of the markets and global economics, by going to iBankCoin.com.” Failure to adhere to your demands should result in an immediate haymaker to his/her scrotum.

Because bonds are up, feel free to get drunk and buy stocks. Do so with reckless abandon. Kick your dogs and neighbors, then bury his cats in the yard while investing in Goldman Sachs.

Look at me, do I look scared? I am about to leverage myself to the hilt, frantically buying stocks that are ‘good’ because I’ve seen the future.

I’ve been to the future and it is joyous, splendid almost. The market is in its infancy of winship, spurred on by men with deep pockets and long arms.

If GS doesn’t hit $160 within 2 weeks, I will cut my penis off.

Ah, I can’t wait to book my profits and buy a Maserati, throw money into the fire pit for sport.

Until then, “The Fly” will be plugging away, watching the Risk Appetite Index, confident as a hungry lion inside of a room filled with newly wed gay guys.

There isn’t anything else to say but SHOMP. It never ceases to amaze me, the accuracy in which The PPT‘s oversold signal proves correct. Every time I see it, truth be told, I think “this time might be different.” Instead of going “all in” on the signal, I waited for confirmation. There’s no doubt, I will still bank coin–but I could’ve made more.

I made GS a 30% position and added to USG. I have less than 5% of cash left and will look to liquidate when “The Gimp” comes out.

For those of you who are unfamiliar, SHOMP stands for sublime harmony of mathematical precision, the true nature of The PPT algos.

UPDATE: I bought WETF.

I bought GS.

Monster position.

Fully invested.