I’ve been scowling at the market all morning and I even refused to blog, purely out of protest for my misfitted positioning. Even though VXX has rebounded today and even though the market appears to be on the verge of receiving ample amounts of “earth and water,” I am disgusted by my inaction.
Naturally AAPL is up another $13, based upon the “when the founder and CEO of the company dies the stock must double in price” laws. Steve Jobs is going to send lightning bolts filled with dicks down at the head of Tim Cook.
If you haven’t noticed by now, yes, I am entirely unstable and share the same proclivities as the men you see on teevee, bouncing around in sleeveless dinner jackets, inside rubber rooms. I do want the market to fall and do so with extra flare and tenacity. I no longer desire to purchase your margin calls or buy dips for the explicit purposes of profiting.
No, things have turned for the worse my friend and I desire things far more insidious, such as black streets strewn with garbage, metal debris drifting in the sky, choking those who inhale it. I’d like to see President Santorum declare the stock market to be blasphemous, against “family values”, rendering it illegal. At that point, “The Fly” will sell stocks and bonds in the underground world, doing business with alcoholics and grifters, exchanging shares of CAT for 30 cents and PCLN for .002.
Aside from that, I am peachy.
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