Many of you are like small retarded children. I suspect you entertain yourselves with colorful blocks and crayons. I chuckle at your comments, for you are nothing more than clapping seals, easily trained, easily killed. Men, like “The Fly”, will be around to toss men like you into lit fireplaces, drenched in turpentine, indefinitely.
With that in mind, it’s easy to understand your perspective— a simple lowly reader of some Godly blog. Do not fret, for the blue collar gloom and doom is right around the corner. At that time, you will all like “The Fly” again, as he resurrects HORATIO CLAWHAMMER from the dead and dispatches him to eat the brains of overzealous bulls.
However, before that happens, it’s important to test the waters, in order to get situated, if I might suggest doing so. Making bold, decisive moves is what “The Fly” is all about. That is why I am opting to keep a long bias into this decline. My position could be a loser and I might have to correct it later. However, I accept the task ahead and understand the risks.
If you choose to take the direction of the market, based upon every tick, you will find yourself on the receiving end of an egregious foreclose notice, within the year. You’re too nervous; calm the fuck down.
Instead of watching each tick, I suggest smoking a cigar, while gingerly sipping on a lot aged scotch. Wear a robe: punch someone in the stomach. Unwind a little, you’re making me nervous just reading your “SOS style of writing.”
If you are long, today is a bad day. Big fucking deal. If you are short, you’re feeling like an adolescent with a summer crush.
As for me: Don’t you worry about my affairs, for they are none of your concern, nor the interest of any civilian.
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