THE TURKEY GODS ARE COMING — 100% LONG

I am cash poor now, after buying 7 fresh fish today. By next week I will be shoving said fish into the throats of those in Exodus — feeding their friends and families, permitting them to enjoy a fruitful and wonderful life.

I will have you know, Donald Trump has defeated China once again in the trade wars and has been doing so for the past 3 years. We look forward to future victories of this sort and magnitude in the not so distant future.

As it pertains to my future, a financial super hero, I will only point to profit. There are plenty of complexities when peering into the life of Dr. Fly, from his geographic locale, to his choice of music, to his preferred time on his eggs when cooked. But if we simply wash that all away and focus on the one singular thing that binds everything together — it is this.

The Fly is the greatest trader to have ever lived. With a bold statement like that one would surmise he’d be on the teevee or perhaps managing a gigantic fund — jerking off all day with fellow billionaires. But this is not life that was destined to be for Senior Tropicana — born into the sewers of Brooklyn — rough tree climber and player of the baseball — “The Fly” is a true populist and serves only to enrich those in a disadvantaged position for profit.

One thing is indelibly clear, markets are coiled and the upsurge of excitement has come, and with that the melancholy of doom all abated and all that comes with it, I can comfortably say that nothing at all can stop us from marching higher.

Listen to me now. Enough of your conspiracy theory fueled ideas. The time for that shit was in the summer, heading into the Fall. We’re past October and into the meaty month of November, a time and a place when Americans enjoy to stuff their faces with copious amounts of meat and gravy — mashed potatoes and cranned berried sauces. Do not bet against that. It’s not brave or heroic. It looks like madness.

As for me, I’ve been buying stock today, into a frenzied rally. True, it’s a Saturday and prices are up; but the fact of the matter is price has memory and that memory is mostly good now. When markets break record highs, often times it continues to run since overhead resistance is nil.

I won’t bore you with my philosophy, but simply remind you that more money is lost thru stubbornness than anything else.

You’re not special.

You don’t know more than the market.

Betting against them mob is a low probability bet.

Be happy — go with the mob.

We’re running good and hard today, flaying all of the bears along the way. By “flay”, I mean we’re skinning them while still alive. Think about being a bear and now think about their lives, desolate and pathetic.

I conducted two sales this morning, in addition to my Quant duties.

That’s who I am pal…fuck you go play with your kids.

Halloween went swell, although I got caught in a rain storm like an idiot, whilst just about to enter a makeshift haunted house. I drank like 3 or 4 beers and knocked out like a child, woke up, had a martini, knocked out again. I like alcohol, but it makes me fall asleep too often. I’m having a very hard time getting addicted to the stuff.

What’s on the docket today?

MOAR buys. I’m fucking buying into this melt up. I like the GOOGL for FIT deal and feel maybe GPRO is next, maybe. Who knows?

Bottom line: we’re in a bull market pal. Fuck off with your TVIX purchases.