Through the thick Michigan overcast a blinding beacon of light hast parted the clouds and shined down upon la casa de Raul. The gods of the stock market saw fit to order their mortal servants (Goldman Sachs) to upgrade the LED sector, levitating my portfolio to unseen highs.
While the indices diddle more than a Sunday school preacher my book of stocks like VIPS, BALT, AMBA, and MHR are ripping the doors off this market. Counter trend shorts hiding throughout this market are feeling the cold hand of Raul on their necks just before I choke slam them into margin calls.
I did all of this choke slamming and raised my cash above 20 percent. I have 20 percent cash on hand ready and willing to deploy into hot charts and the blooming LED industry.
Not a share of CREE or RVLT has been sold. Instead I hold these bits and bites of numbers attached to letters close to chest, weary of any passer by admiring them. They’re mine! The precious…
So yeah, I’m on one.
10% in one day would tell the rational person their eggs are too concentrated. But I never set out to be rational. I am on a quest for vanishing edge pools and car stables. I want to stop eating bullshit meat. I want my meat to live a happy life…rolling in the grass and soaking up sunrays while raising a family. Then I want the farmer to give that sweet meat the best meal of its life. Then, like the mafia, quietly sneak up behind the beast and boom! Dome them, very clean. I need to make the monies so I can visit my meat and get to know its quirky lifestyle and name. My meat will not be imprisoned.
Then I’m going to eat that meat poolside, off a model’s ass, while she lies on the hood of my Tesla Model S.
What I am trying to say is I bought more RVLT. I had too much money after I scratched AIXG. NEIN! Nine times that god damn German ADR head faked higher. Pathetic.
Before I digress any further—good evening to you. Let’s do this again tomorrow.