Enough of this torture. “The Fly” is blogging from his local airport, on his way to a small cottage in Romania. There is no hope left here in the markets. As a result, I’ve decided to live a simple man’s life, tending to wolves and sheep alike, while running throughout the green fields with nothing more than a burlap sweater and velcro pants on my person.
The stock market is a rolling tragedy, afflicting one generation after another. It’s a legal form of gambling, whereby complete fortunes are lost due to “market corrections” or “awesome melt ups.” Life should not be about amassing obscene amounts of coin, in order to buy influence and power—thereby crushing mortal enemies in the process. I propose living on a farm, with pigs and goats, harvesting grapefruits, alfalfa and other important “ingredients of God.”
As an aside, I initiated a position in United States Steel Corporation [[X]] today. Obviously I am a glutton for pain.
The bottom line: there is nothing else left for me here, in these stupid, backward United States. I endeavor to live a cleaner and more hostile life, on the outskirts of Romania’s fifth largest city.
Good Day and good luck,
Fly
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