Fired Crackers Are Too God Damned Loud

When I was a boy we’d take packs of lady fingers, light them, and then toss them into the iced cream man’s truck as he served cones — laughing like devils as we ran down the street with sweaty faces and dirty elbows. As a younger man, I enjoyed being the caricatute of Americana — cladding myself in the American flag, hoisting dozens of flags outside my home and on the lawn — reveling in Americana apple pie and lighting firecrackers at night with the kids — beer in hand, hot dogs on the grill. The smell of burnt hot dogs wafting through the block as the kids ran away from low grade pyrotechnics is how I’ll always remember the 4th as a younger parent.

But now the kids are older and I’m older and I no longer desire to hear sticks of dynamite exploding next to my ear drums. My idea of a good 4th of July now is much different from what I posted here in 2014. For example, tonight I intend to grill ribs, chicken thighs, and maybe drink 1 or 2 beers, only because I feel obligated to do so. We have one American flag instead of 100 and I’m listening to classical music now. The idea of grilling hot dogs now makes me sick and it’s worth noting the younger generation doesn’t partake in hot dog consumption and views it as the food of the reprobate.

I might venture off for a walk later this evening with my estate pipe in tow, or perhaps take a drive to a local event where higher grade pyrotechnics will be on display. I do not view the 4th of July as a holiday to celebrate the government of this country, but instead its people. With that in mind, I am happy to celebrate this day, reminiscing on better times and offering a salute to the country I was born in and always felt as a child was God’s gift to the world. Whether that is true or not now is irrelevant, as I have ribs to cook, 1 or two beers to drink, and an estate pipe to smoke.

Cheers.

I shed 122bps for the session and got whipsawed in a series of shifting narratives. I settled on going all in on a pastiche of large to tera cap stocks on leverage. I am on tilt, but in a secure way that assures massive success and prosperity.

Breadth was an abysmal 35% and all the headlines will read today is NASDAQ +116 to record highs and everyone will pretend like today was a good session. But it was not. It was a dreadful session, if you didn’t own just AMZN and AAPL and anyone who truly trades stocks will tell you the same.

Perhaps we ramp again on Tuesday, following a long weekend of patriotic festivities intermittently disturbed by the occasional riot, flag burning and of course removal of statues depicting white men. I will of course light fired crackers and partake in the old grilling traditions — maybe even consume carbs and drink several beers. I will not, however, enjoy the day off on Monday — since I am not slothful and I do not enjoy days off. I want to work all the time and when I am not working all the time I am angered by the fact I cannot work more.

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The most frustrating frustrations is to view the broader commercialized indices higher, while everything outside of those walled gardens are in fact lower. Breadth is an abysmal 29% and small caps are having their faces lit aflame. Yesterday we had oils to hide in. Today we do not have any of that — only loss on top of loss with the lure of profit in select stock cherry picked by the devil himself.

I stand before you RACKED with losses — down 100bps. It would be more severe, but I had 60% + in cash and made a few trades earlier to preserve my dignity. The day is of course young and many wondrous things can happen. But for now, it looks dreary and dreadful.

Tomorrow the bearded men from the Middled East will decide how much you will pay at the pump. They were scheduled to decide your fate today — but several had other business to attend to and decided to delay it to tomorrow. Rumor is a cut of 500,000 barrels per day, which I suspect will cause crude to jimmy higher.

I ended the session +145bps, positioned in several SHIT OILS and more than 60% cash.

This was a tenuous session with most Reddit oriented stocks getting the gas chamber. If you walked into today’s session long meme stocks — you barely left the session alive. Today was all about oil and banks and some limited SAAS.

Nevertheless, I am a man of great adaptation and will meld nicely into any narrative. I hold zero biases, other than to strongly suggest eugenics is a good idea for societal purposes. Other than that, 100% love all around.

Good day.

I made a zillion trades, many of which were for profit. I had to walk the fucking dogs and cringed at the prospect of giving up said gains — so I sold everything for +123bps, save FTK, in order to preserve hard fought wins. Normally if anyone said to me “I base my stock timing around walkage of dogs” I’d tell said person to fuck off and never speak to me again. However, in this peculiar circumstance, one of me trying to rally out from a slump, I find today to be of the utmost importance to get off on the first of the month on the “right foot.” Ergo, and this goes without saying, I shall trade for gains today, and much much more.

As far as I can tell, nothing else matters today other than the oil trade — which makes it risky. Since everything else is sleeping, if this oil trade CAPSIZES the entire market will plunge. I have no real conviction either way.

My Quant is fully invested again, leaning into financials, SAAS, and oils. The market dynamics have changed, shifting away from EV, solar and SPACs and into more republican styled stocks, with a side note of nonsense when looking at the meme land grabs that can come out from nowhere. I can promise you this — the faggots on Reddit aren’t causing these spikes. They’re playing them and trying to cause gamma squeezes with their option orders — but some fucker out there is trading ahead.

Back to trading. Feel free to join us in Stocklabs and learn to trade like a real man.

This morning I found myself in an odd position — hating the crap I bought yesterday and loving a brand new genre of stock. This might’ve happened to you before. For me, I had to deal with a slew of illiquid death traps and it took time to extricate myself from them — trying to sell while also not completely raping myself. I managed out and got into and back into the oil trade — a trade I am most comfortable in with WTI north of $75.

Very soon, you will see oil rigs popping up in your neighborhoods, as people lease their lands to profit from the black gold. Teslas and EV cars will only contribute to the desperate situation municipal power grids find themselves in and West Virginian coal will thrive again.

There are many ways to skin this cat — but I can tell you none are better than horizontal frackers. As the price of WTI edge lords towards $100, fracking men will make fortunes and the share prices of fracking men will thrive. As such, I’ve positioned myself in a pastiche of these names and stand before you green, up 30bps or so, wanting more, effervescently and energetically leaning back into the market with full vigor in an effort to collect more meaningless fiat.

NOTE: I will be updating my Quant inside Stocklabs today. Here is the YTD performance of this once per month updated portfolio.

An all around stupid day for me, churned myself until it burned. The notion of success ran rampant in my mind all day and I really really wanted to make it. By make it, I mean turn a 120bps opening deficit into a gain. I got close, then walked the dogs, and then fucked myself — finished off by 169bps.

All around, a TERRIFIC day for stocks, due to the resurgence of risk. Lots of bullshit popped today, like NEGG, DIBS and a wide array of gene editing stocks. I got raped horribly in a GRPH trade today, booking a 7% loss only to later see it soar by 20%.

Why do I mention these things and what value can it bring you?

I finished the month +7.6%, a great return by any standard. There are people out there who only highlight the good and never talk about the bad. Especially for new traders, this is demoralizing — because life is dynamic and volatile and filled with depressions that make us doubt our path.

I can tell you this, being up more than 200% doesn’t feeeeel good because I want more. Today’s loss supersedes all previous successes and now I can only fixate on how best to start off July tomorrow.

I closed the session fully invested, mostly in inane stocks. I cannot and will not take the morning off again, as that is often the very worst thing to do when holding time bombs overnight.

I decided to take the morning off — following a long night of cleaning and toil. I rolled back into the fires of Wall Street less rich than the previous day, all thanks to my neglecting my duties and not selling at the open. See, many of own normal stocks with normal price patterns. I, on the other hand, only hold runners. I hold the best runners and they run very fast in either direction. When I am on top of my game, these runners make me a lot of money. When I slumber and fall back into comfort, I am punished and losses become severe. This is why I must always work, especially during work hours, in order to best trade.

I had losses of 125bps, but have since cut that in half thanks ti some smart trading. There are so many stocks popping off right now I am angered by having to blog this now — a post that will drift away into an anonymous cemetery of WordPress, never to be read again, rarely visited upon — mostly all for nothing.

I executed a pastiche of trades today, mostly all good and fine. I had a leisurely day and made 4% in what will be described as a break out day — in celebration of Mom Fly departing. The stock Gods have obscene humor and prey on my emotions with bouts of punishment and reward doled out in intermittent episodes of chaos.

I can tell you now — markets do not need to trade up in order for me to make money. When I get into these streaks quite literally nothing can stop me and I intend to press my luck during tomorrow’s session, all live of course in Stocklabs, for the plebs to see and perhaps benefit by — watching, gawking even, at a living legend partake in a symphonious display of market mastery.

Good day

I bring news of happy tidings and grandiose eloquent returns. I am presently up 2.5% and you’re interested in this — because my happiness and certitude is paramount in your lives, especially since I am the main character in the simulation and you live and breathe to perform menial tasks in this game called life. I am now 95% cash, long only TZA, and feeling rather smug about my position — as markets struggled to find any semblance of momentum.

Now that I am out and short, it’s perfectly fine for markets to collapse — mostly because it would benefit me. As you see, my own happiness and sense of accomplishment is what’s important here.

I am sure there are other things happening today, but none of these things happened to occur to me, as I’ve been rather entombed in my own dealings, quite pleased with myself, rather elated.