Tech is dead. Look at [[GOOG]], [[BIDU]] and [[MSFT]]. Dead as dead can be. Dead as a dick stuck in a door.
I’ll have you know, this is nothing more, or less, than a summer malaise. No one has an interest in defending stock prices, while the temperature in NY is 100 degrees, the banks are lying/dying, and the beaches at the Hampton’s are open for business.
This should tell you something about your Godly host, “The Fly.”
Nothing keeps me away from the trading turret. Without a doubt, it will be the death of me, putting myself through so much anguish and nonsense. However, this is what I love to do. As a painter finds pleasure in combing colors and creating beauty, I like to kick old fuckers down stairwells, especially those in wheelchairs. But, I digress.
Let’s have a ball and bank profuse amounts of coin, while the sleepers sleep and the losers lose.
I can tell you, with the utmost amount of accuracy and frankness, Willie Randolph will be fired by the All-Star break and [[CHL]] will trade in the 50’s. These two “future facts” are not debatable nor can they be stopped.
As an aside, look for the oil barrel retards to start mounting another gay rally.
Crude to $150 and the Dow to 11,750, by July.
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