For today’s market session, I hired three violinists to play the shit that was playing in the Titanic movie, in order to set the mood. I am drinking brandy, ignoring EVERYTHING Mrs. Fly says to me. It’s as if she isn’t there, a ghost of sorts.
Early going, my losses stand at just 4% intra-day. I said “only” because I expect a great deal to come. However, the problem with selling anything right now is it goes against what my urinal shadows are telling me. So you know, the urinal shadow in the butlers uniform is a NET BUYER of stocks here.
Let’s put something on the table, shall we? Ben Bernanke is a fucktard. As such, I removed his iBC cocaine theme. He does not deserve it.
Hey, as the price of crude collapses, fucking hedge fund managers with vigor, jet fuel prices will drop. With that, airlines make money money. As logic dictates, profits will rise and the stocks will soar. HOWEVER, I am assuming people will still fly inside of airplanes. That’s the rub!
The market is singing beautiful tunes today. It is the songs of horror and desperation, designed by the devil himself. “The Fly” welcomes the end of the global banking system, so that he may begin his life of crime.
Oooooh, as my violinists go into diminuendo, the market is rallying. I need some fucking opera singers in here.
Developing…
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