It has the distinct smell of ursine. As the masses obsessed over the second coming of World War 2, with USA v Germany soccer action, the market asserted itself, led by a wide pastiche of high beta chinese lottery gambling degenerate stocks, the sort of things one buys for his grandmother–on margin.
Over this period of time, “The Fly’s” winnings have expanded, encroaching on what I like to call “a day of sheer, unadulterated, winshippery.” Now you have every right, as a man and member of the society of humans, to bet against the tape or wallow in a miserable cash position. But I am telling you here and now, as sure as I am sitting on this chesterfield couch typing away: this market is about to wheel in the penis guillotine into the city square for swift and immediate action against enemies of the state.
To be short is the same as being a terrorist and you shall become wardens of the state.
Pay for your sins now and get long, get very long, else face the consequences of your inbred driven actions.
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