Fly Sell: TNA

I sold my entire TNA position, between $14.60-14.74.

Don’t step to “The Fly” with stupid shit, you wretched women. I am bowling on you assholes, hitting strikes and such, while you’re over there getting crucified in your shorts.

I warned you to never bet against my fucking time machine.

Much to your chagrin, you now understand, “The Fly” does not fuck around, when it pertains to managing money. Sure, others have hot hands and make decent calls. But, let it be known, no one on this stupid planet has the investment acumen of “The Fly,” not Bill Miller, not you.

Thus far, I have sold nothing. I am long egregious amounts of TNA, UYM, AXP, PCR, KIM, LOGI, NTGR, amongst others, and do not give a fuck about Great Depressions or “spiraling economics,” at this moment in time.

For now, I shall rejoice in the splendour, known as “space alien magician trading,” only found on iBC, not to be confused with the many imitators and player haters across the internets.

Guns and drugs are in style these days. Whether it be SWHC, RGR, DNA or TEVA, Wall Street loves it, mainly because we are drowning in debt and people are ready to start shooting each other for a bowl of grapes.

As an aside, I’m up to my old tricks, winning again. My gains in TNA are terrific. My future gains in PCR will be grande.

Into more strength, I will sell these bitch of a whore stocks that I own, in exchange for cash. Then, I will sit down in my “fancy chair” so that I may watch the cash, in all of its glory.

I will let you in on a little secret, which I am happy to share with some of you: The Moon of Mars are aligned so perfectly, it would take a nuclear detonation on Wall Street itself to stop the current rally. Betting against such unfolding events does not look like bravery, but madness.

I will never forgive DPZ for putting me in the hosptial. Ever.

Good day.

About 3 weeks old, yet still brand fucking new. Funny how that shit happens.

UPDATE: Alpha penned a fantastic post.

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My Voodoo physician says, and I quote: “the market will make your enemies choke on black dust.”

This is great news for me, as you can understand. Being “The Blogfather,” I have many enemies and many battles to wage. All over the internets, people are trying to take my crown, amidst their fuckery and abject stupidness. Truth be told, Senor Tropicana does not like people. He does not talk to his neighbors, with exception to “Steve.” And, he does not like to “hang out” with the local morons at the local golf course.

Life, as it is now, is all about collecting wins. Keep in mind, these wins I speak of may seem scurrilous to the likes of you, a “non-winner.” However, just know, winning stuff is what keeps me going. Should misfortune come my way, via some sort of galactic disturbance (resulting in losses), I would be forced to live out the rest of my life as a sanitation worker or even worse: a venture capitalist (the horror).

For the day, I made money. That’s all you need to know, at this point in time. I am looking for more gains, which in turn, will result in more wins for my vault.

Top pick: Quit being an ingrate and subscribe to The PPT. Failure to do so will result in great SHAME and famine for your family.

After a monster 7% spike, this is exactly what the markets need, a little moribund trading action. We need to bore some of the idiots back into SKF, in order to fleece their coin.

We need to pick the pockets of SRS lovers, if only for awhile.

What’s important for you to understand, prior to digging in your heels: “The Fly” is long for a trade only. I still believe we are in a deflationary vortex, where the dollar will sprint higher, gold will fuck itself and equities will crash and burn. Nonetheless, before we get to that point, there will be many bear market rallies. This, good Sir, is exactly that.

So, enjoy the green tape while you can, for the future of this market is filled with visions of black smoke and mangled metal.

If I was buying stock today, I’d pick up some TNA, UYM and NTGR.

I think it’s funny to see Dennis Kneale make a mathematical fool of himself on national tv. I think it’s funny to see Dennis Kneale on a financial television show, without possessing rudimentary mathematical skills.

“The Fly” is excellent at math and can calculate numbers in his head, while chewing gum, drinking coffee, exercising or eating cake. “The Fly” can do lots of stuff.

Speaking of which, I’ve been busy with my “real life work.” Let it be known, I spend far too much time playing games with you retards on the internets. Quite frankly, I am too busy for you.

As for the markets:

A little pullback, following a carnival-like melt up, is to be expected. Quit being so stupid and antsy. If you do not have the stones to suffer temporary set backs, take your money out of the market and go wash dishes for a living.

Fuck GS and their “Johnny come late” downgrade of AXP.

On a dip, I will buy nothing. How about that? I told you fuckers “The Fly” was fully invested at 50%.

As you now know, “The Fly” does not lie.

So, my game plan is to sell my longs into strength.

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You are gonna do it! A dozen years later, you are about to break 7,000 on the Dow (again), to the upside, which in turn will cause brokers to rejoice and dart for their office stairwells, in order to do lines of coke and shots of tequila—out of heavily salted glasses.

Grab a girl and rejoice!