“Half of you don’t deserve to read this blog half as much as you think you do, and the other half don’t deserve to read it at all!” – Henry Fool
From LOADING THE FUCK UP, 2008/11/18 at 12:10 PMSays:
i don’t understand how you nail it like that? Nice call Fly.
Says:
Dog, we can all admit we have Fight Club fantasies. I mean what red-blooded male doesn’t want to ride around, with gun, trusty horse, and Karen Tso (possibly with Chloe Cho walking behind) naked on the back, pillaging the remnants of society and repopulating the Earth, as well as playing Darwin – old school style.
Yet, what I would write down about S&P150, would be that shorting to that level would be simply for sport, once you have the trappings necessary for post-society. Perhaps it would give one the necessary mental preparation for shooting the starving throngs attempting to get into your bunker, and still having the calm certitude to reload your magazines for the next assault.
For when the Devil himself takes God’s bank, JPM, down, it is truly the end of this world and money, electronic or paper is no good. Aside: Note that Devil could not get JPM below $20 a few days ago, and it is up egregious amounts since then.
THIS IS THE Lady Guenevere SPEAKING
Maybe Mr. Fly some people just dont hang onto all the negative as much as you do. You consistently trade against the trend or ‘ wish for shorts and bears to dominate’ all the time. Well its fine to have your own opinion but the market doesn’t care about your opinion –at least that is what I am constantly told by traders….
So if people are buying the dips and if stocks are going up and if things are not crashing and burning for a while then I think you might try …going with the flow…trade the trend while hedging. I have seen you do this lately.
You always seem to bet every day that things will crash and burn—or SHOULD crash and burn because that is what you have decided.
There is a Universal Law which states: ALL is an Illusion…we create our own illusion or reality. So there are 6 billion illusions being created everyday. Some of these illusions gather momentum and join together and create larger illusions that others then decide…must be more valid than there own ‘ illusion/reality’.
The point is….you can keep your own illusion(beliefs) but at the same time ‘ move in and out’ of other people’s illusions. Mastering the Matrix is the point and the ultimate goal in life.
Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto Says:
Since everyone here is feeling nostalgic, I’ll offer up my legendary RaMp’D yarn.
It was the night before Christmas 1989; I had about $3 to my name – and was desperate needing to buy a Christmas present for my mother.
So I walk into the finest Eckerds Drug Store & Sundry with piped-in Christmas music blarring (Bing Crosby) and the wondrous smells of packaged chocolate covered cherries and proceed to get to work. A few hours later, I’ve narrowed down my choices to a top 3.
Three number 2 pencils at .20/ea.
A can of dented clam chowder in the half-off bin .99/ea.
A two-pack of a delightful new choco-creation named “WHATCHAMACALLIT” $1.25/two-pack
So I decide on the chocoate bars. $1.25 type action is what I’m talking about – so adjusted for inflation, something on the order of $500,000 in todays dollar – a real nice fucking piece of chocolates is what I’m trying to explain to you fuck-ups and degenerates.
Anywho- after much internal debate, I decide to take the plunge, and walk up to the counter proudly to purchase this present for my beloved mum. After all, she birthed me and raised, she deserves it, dagnabit.
After taxes, fees and environmental charges – the cashier asks me for $1.88. I hesitate slightly, envisioning what that type of scratch could buy me, or how much money the power of compounding could make with it (almost 6 cents per annum – for those keeping score at home), but then I become embarrased as there has now formed a humongo line behind my deliberating slow-ass that had wrapped almost to the back pharmacy portion of this establishment; with an equal mix of blue-hairs and mullet sporting trucker-men – not good.
So, quickly I rush to pay for it, and after the transaction is complete, and I’m starting to feel buyers remorse walking up out of the store, I notice an Eckerds circular ad that says half-off all chocolate bars – but it had expired the day prior. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCksickle is what people heard from miles around as it echoed into the atmosphere.
Needless to say, major drawdown! But, just when I had thought I was completely down and out – and broker than a three-legged mamba-jamba, I carpe-diem’d like a mofo.
Yes, I took advantage of an opportunity at a local sperm bank clinic.
The rest is stuff legends are made of, only I lived it. Achieved goals and set records that are in Guinness today.
Donor of the month for the next 188 months straight. You just gotta keep plugging along, is my motto.
Shoot for the stars, Fly – anything is possible. Good luck and God Bless home-slice.
Fly,We’re all faced throughout our lives with agonizing decisions, moral choices. Some are on a grand scale, most of these choices are on lesser points. But we define ourselves by the choices we have made. We are, in fact, the sum total of our choices. Events unfold so unpredictably, so unfairly, human happiness does not seem to be included in the design of creation. It is only we, with our capacity to love that give meaning to the indifferent universe. And yet, most human beings seem to have the ability to keep trying and even try to find joy from simple things, like their family, their work, and from the hope that future generations might understand more.
Merry Christmas
December 24th, 2008 at 2:44 pm
You seem to forget managing money and trading is like coaching your kid’s soccer game. You know which little fuckers can run through defenders like “Son of Pele” and which ones are daisy pickers and weak like “Son of Bill Miller” but when you are managing them by trying to get them to make the obvious star score, every child finds a way to pick their nose and fuck it up. The kid with untied shoes and earwax gloves isn’t going to steamroll everyone, but he may inadvertently kick it around every once in a while. The stars always win in the end; they just sometimes let the other fuckers have a chance to run.
January 6th, 2009 at 4:36 pm e