There is nothing redeeming about the tape I am seeing. The post National Feast, Pre Xmas blues are in effect. Everyone is sad, a wave of apathy has swept the nation–as people keep busy shopping for meaningless stuff on Amazon.com.
Fuck the oil patch. Fuck retail and to hell with every single stock that trades.
Nothing has gone right for me this year and I am pretty sure there is more comedic value in me shooting myself out from a cannon than attempting to make any real headway in this tape.
After collapsing earlier this year, swimming deep in the red blood of 35% losses, I managed to press my luck and cut those losses to just 11%–just two weeks ago. But now, everything has turned dark again, as the stars and the planets align against me, I find myself back into the gimp box, down 17% with less than a month left in the year.
I bring you tales of ‘true failure’ and fantastic stories of tragedy, unlike those other financial experts out there who do nothing but win. I, King Fly of Clan Fucktard, offer you loss.
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