Zero Downside Until 2020

I had written out this really long blog post and then scrapped it after I realized I didn’t give a shit. Life comes at you fast and fuck the people you run over along the way. I’m a Master Ace Trader (M.A.T.) and couldn’t give two shits about the opinions of the working class.

This much I do know for certain.

I’ll never click-bait post again. Lower tier bloggers at other sites enjoy getting paid per ad. Fuck those people, good and hard.

There will be ZERO new bloggers added to this site, ever again. Fuck your needs and caprices. “The Fly” rides alone.

There will also be ZERO premium services launched from iBC away from the company. Fuck your friends and family. This is, however, a family friendly site.

Life is too short to care. I simply ride in a very fast car and run over the heads of my enemies and do not care about the tire marks left in someone’s brains.

“But Fly, what about the people?”

I am all about the people. I am a very charitable man and always side with the underdog. I have lots of deep seated issues to deal with down the road; but for now, I am a money making machine.

To that end, ZERO losses until 2020. With just a few days left, I suspect I will absolutely crush. My advice to you is simple and direct: do what I do, not what I say. Reason being, I am an expert and you’re not. If I was in a fire with a firefighter, I’d look to him to get me out of the flames. Same logic applies here.

In case you’re wondering, I got the German working around the clock on Exodus 2.0 aka Stocklabs. We just acquired the dot com domain and will launch it when it’s good and ready. Quit haranguing me about the launch date. I said, it will be launched when it’s good and god damned ready. God damn it.

As the decade comes to a close, I’ve been reflecting about my time at iBankCoin and how its been. At the beginning of the decade I had a successful advisory business and only did the blog and Exodus on the side for fun. Initially, I started iBC in 2007 to ‘compete’ against the fucktards at The Street dot com. Then the market collapsed and I was enamored with the small amount of popularity I had attained. It was me and a handful of other bloggers, including Ragin Cajun. Matt has been my most loyal employee at the site and has stuck by my side no matter what.

After we launched Exodus in 2009, then known as The PPT, I was delighted to learn I could make decent money doing what I loved to do — trade, talk to people about trading, writing. But instead of taking the money and scaling the site into something bigger, I invested it and kept it for myself. Although I am risk with my stocks, I am quite reserved in business and didn’t trust that I could scale the site with the little I knew about the internet. As the new decade rolled on, my aspirations for the site grew and I took on numerous personalities, men from all walks of life, both novices and professionals. I started to believe I could make iBC into something very big — just about catering to community and letting people express their thoughts on markets. I opened the site up to the public, giving them a platform to blog in what I called “The Peanut Gallery.” At its peak, we must’ve had 100+ bloggers — but I viewed it to be a waste of resources. I problem I’ve had with personalities on the site is their lack of patience. Everyone who came onboard wanted to get rich fast and didn’t want to earn their audience. I didn’t pay much — because the business model made no sense, especially with the low ad rates.

We later expanded through several popular voices on the site and launched new premium services. We must’ve launched 5 or 6 since we started. Two of them were grande successes — both netting 6 figs and doing well. Shortly after, we did an investors conference in Vegas and another at the Yale Club in NYC. Both, in my view, were commercial flops, but were memorable and will probably be something I look back upon as some of the best days on the site.

I used to host annual dinners at a different upscale NYC restaurant each year, inviting one non-member of the site as my guest. These dinners would typically conclude at a cigar lounge or Katz’s Deli, and were always fun. Somewhere around mid-decade, about the time I started to really hate