The Lord knows that I try to get through to many of you, thick skulled primates dressed in working attire. For the life of me I don’t know how many of you function. I imagine that your housing tenements are roach infested havens for rats and other vermin. The internet is a place where you go to write graffiti, throw a few farts, then leave. Well, let me remind you, I am publishing literature here that will be viewed for centuries. I will outlive you all. Through the immortality of the pen, I will vanquish my enemies with great spite and spin them atop giant needles rooted in the ground.
You’re all very obsessed with the price of things, are you not? You affix artificial time horizons to ideas that do not make sense in the first place. One of you heathens mocked my YELP sale yesterday. I bet you’re not mocking me today.
Investing, like all important things in life, is an art form. There are few certainties, aside from the renowned PPT oversold signal, and most of you are throwing whiffled balls into the wind.
You’re all waiting for the Federal Reserve chief, very much interested in what he has to say. You will respond to his words immediately, then forget all about it tomorrow, as if he said nothing at all. Your brains can fit inside of my rubics cube.
Try to mock me for being a supporter of shipping vessels, an industry rich with history and tradition. Feel free to make uninformed guesses and post them into the comments section of this site. I very much appreciate the richness of your idiotic banter.
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