THIS IS HOW IT’S GOING DOWN

You and your little mexican friends are gonna lose all of you money shorting stocks, playing Gordon Gekko from the illuxurious confines of your housing tenements. The futures will lure in the overzealous, the barbarians, to play the market to the downside, like miniature Jim Chanos’ talking smack about ‘global growth’ and how a great big cataclysmic crash is going to bring forth the second birth of Christ, who will then grow up to usher in the apocalypse– saving only those who went to mass on sunday and kept company with pedophiles.

This is exactly what is going to happen.

I am going to walk into work and sell some stocks, because they will be up. By “walking into work”, I mean rolling out of bed, directly into a three piece tuxedo, shiny shoes, cane, top hat and monocle, then walking 10 steps down from the master bedroom to office #1.

NSTG, EGLE and ESPR will all trade up, dramatically, staggering those who thought it could never happen. No one is short these names anymore because they’re all dead (I see dead people). Nonetheless, I relish in the idea, like a ghoul around flesh (no cannibalism), to afflict deleterious damage to fictitious characters who may or may not exist, who tend to be “betting against me” all the time. A psychiatrist might diagnose me with a sordid form of acute paranoia, which is perfectly fine with me. However, I will have you know, by no stretch of my imagination are there delusions; things are just grande.

Everything I say here is real and terribly troubling, to say the least (NORMAN BATES).

Back to the point: we’re going higher, even though we’re going lower. The Great Bearded Clam is lying in the tall grass with a Barrett M82 in his hand, waiting for the opportunity to bankrupt you suckers buying FAZ.