I’m a gentleman and do not have time to bother with this sort of drab. This market has been fooling people since its been invented. But now, it has taken its trickery to new heights. I’d rather remain, stoically, in a cash prison, safe from the elements outside, than trouble myself trying to figure out when The House of Saud will stop turning the screws on the Bakken.
Life wasn’t meant to be this tedious and I’ve decided to wait for a better tape.
Yes, of course, like a true psychotic, I am reversing an opinion that I ever so eloquently, and rather forcibly, stated on Sunday, alluding to ‘panorama of perversion’ set to be released on an unsuspecting audience in short order. I intended to eat caviar and drink magnums of champagne for breakfast– and feast on extinct animals by night. But now, now, I am just a ne’erdowell–afraid of my own shadow (Saul Rosenberg), only interested in safe harbor.
I am very glad to learn that many stocked brokers were heavily margined out on GTAT and are now negative equity. Those people will be liquidated and re-submitted back into the matrix, to replenish the tree of life so that others might suckle from it.
In closing, the market isn’t your friend, but your enemy. It only tells you “I can be a friend to you” because it wants to rape you.
Don’t drop the soap.
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