Gravy is dripping from the chins of traders — following a bear crushing victory since Trump snatched the election. The Dow Jones is now firmly above 19k and any talk of bear market is plainly stupid, at this juncture in time. My positions, all of a personal nature, have been strewn out across the sewer floor, my guts festooned over the horns of a raging bull.
Shares of FCX have lifted by more than 50% off the lows. DB up obscene amounts, followed by CAT, ULTA and LFC — all of which I am short. My gold and bond positions have been reduced to the rack and ruined. Ironically, all of this occurred after my long advocacy for the God Emperor’s ascension into power. The very thing that I desired most ended up to be ruinous to me.
Nevertheless, my exposure is of course limited to the amount of funds that I have invested in stocks — which isn’t even remotely close to my net worth. During times like this, being on the wrong side of what has been a very clear and easy trade, I am uplifted by the fact that I no longer need to worry about the portfolios of others — having left the business almost one year ago from today. My insistence on remaining in these positions, in spite of very obvious trends suggesting that I abandon them, has nothing to do with emotional response, but instead a very strong headed and stubborn persistence from a thought process that has been concluded long ago. For me, this is very reminiscent of December of 2007 — just before the turn. We shall see if my dire and very retarded predictions end up producing anything at all — aside from very onerous capital losses.
I have a busy day ahead, in preparation of National Feast. “The Fly” is well versed in the culinary arts and will be partaking in the preparation of a Thanksgiving meal, whereby I fully intend to give praise and thanks to all of the American Indians who never thought of gunpowder as something worth looking into, prior to the good anglo-saxon folks heading on over to establish a new empire.
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