No Go on Breakout — Fixed Inside A Prison of My Own Making

Markets petered out and small caps gave up some of their gains — but still finished up. I was out there buying an array of wondrous stocks — some doing fine but not fine enough to negate my losses — which ended up DOWN 50bps. The slow drip feels like forever, 30bps here, 50bps there. Before you know it, I am down 5% for the month, which I am!

Lots of interesting names moved during today’s tape, none of which included uranium. Space stocks, vaccine plays — blood clot cures! All of the finest fixtures in this modern era of depravity and fallen freedoms are worth pursuing for profit.

On a lighter note, I like BNTX, NVAX, ORMP and VIR for COVID plays — heading into the dark and cold winter — where the body count will indeed become a spectacle. I of course will not vaccinate and never will — preferring my cause of death to be from an odious strain of COVID-22. On my death bed when the CNN reporters come to my side in an attempt to extract one or two breathless sentences out of me, for purposes of mocking my demise and cajoling others to VAXX UP, I will do my part in telling Donald Lemon to “fuck his Mother” and then I will cough into his face, and then drift off into the space-time continuum.

There is nothing redeeming about this time era we live in and nothing substantial about our advances, since they all cancel out when glancing at where we are as a people, unkind and lost. I welcome a reckoning and look forward to brighter days when our cities are ablaze and our leaders nowhere to be found. It was a nice try — but all empires fall and we are in the midst of our decline, in spite of and because of all of the excesses that have bankrupted our spirits and destroyed the soul of a nation.