Grimly Painted Rally, Le Fly Barely Won

An interesting melt up marked by my own over-enthusiasm. Part of my underperformance, up just 0.25%, is due to overtrading. I bought and sold FROG and then it sprang for another 10%. In the morning I blew out of my losers and traded back to breakeven, erasing a 1.6% loss — but did little more afterwards. It was a lot of churning, but not much burning.

I closed the session 100% allocated. Fuck you and fuck my trades. I am tired of posting them. What difference does it make? Does me posting my trades help you? No. Does it encourage you to trade better? No. You are going to do whatever the fuck you do and that is most likely on par with losing VAST SUMS of money. I will tell you this now for your own good: quit trading. No one is going to teach you anything. Fuck those faggots. The best way to make money in this market is by copying SPACE ALIEN MAGICIANS (SAM) — sitting obediently inside Exodus and waiting for fresh fish.

More or less, I am trading in and out of complete fucking shit. My Quant, which is STACKED with “the best stocks”, moved higher by 1.7% today — but it’s down 5.8% for the month, whereas my self directed is +13%. Should I, dare I say, sell out of the Quant and do it all myself? Perhaps. But the whole fucking point of the Quant is to market perform on days like today — asshole +0.25% trading gains boosted by quantitative greatness.

Bottom line: go fuck yourself. Also, I am getting space stomped by a female trader on Twitter, with a vote count off the charts in comparison to the other faggots partaking. What is this poll? That is a poll of assholes, attempting to feeeeeel important. But seriously, I hate all of you and hope you lose all of your money tomorrow.