Where Were You When the Great Big Ute Rally of 2018 Began?

The comments section of this blog is teeming with faggots. There was once a time, not too long ago, when laughter was prescribed and readily accepted here. Those were simpler days, before all of this Twitter nonsense, and I was happy to have been here, living thru it. Now, the discourse on blogs is more or less shit posting by escaped mental patients. I can hear their dogs barking as I read their missives.

The top sector for the day is utilities, an industry as retarded as the people who depend on them most. But there is some potential upside here, especially when the markets crack against the coral reef and the ship begins to take on water and sink. Then the Utes will be glorious, spectacular investments for those seeking safe haven.

According to the Exodus OB/OS oscillator, it is at the bottom of its range, angling sideways and out for a move to the upside.

Inside of this moribund sector of nothingness and emptiness lies zero secrets or anything remotely interesting, just power generating robber barons getting rich off coal.

Look at that there sexy chart, better than any naked model you might find in your neighborhood disco-diner. Might I add that the entire lot of stocks in that sector is too boring to invest into; you’re better off barreling into it with some verve by way of XLU, the designated ETF for this sector.

I bought some today.

Other happenings: I just had some smoked salmon, avocado and a singular slice of tuscan bread, larger than fuck jug of black coffee, and a small piece of black chocolate. My caloric intake is less than 2k per day, of which ~150g comes in the form of protein — 5gs worth of creatine. I am still a numale weakling, in comparison to my previous highs in athleticism, but I’m feeling better and look forward to winding down this cut cycle in about 6 weeks to be replaced by a bulk that will result in shattered jaws and faces, along the eastern seaboard this summer.

If I see you looking at me sideways this summer while in Newport, I’ll make sure to punch your ears off.