Why The Bulls Are Cocksuckers

So, I was just about to jump into bed when someone in the comment section pointed me towards this article on Clusterfuck Clusterstock:

You can click on the image to get to actual article and skip through the hall of shame which is pretty much anyone in the public eye who dared to question the validty of this bear market rally. Now before you get all in a huff about my foul language let me point out that the title of this post actually was inspired by a certain blogger friend of mine who shall remain unnamed as I don’t want to be responsible for giving his dear mom a coronary.

In any case, there are three thoughts I have about this particular article and here it goes:

1. Listen, when the SPX hit 667 it didn’t occur to either me or my good blogger friend to run around on other boards and to tell them what raving idiots they were. As a matter of fact I actually felt bad for most of them and had even tried to warn many of my bullish friends to at least reduce positions way ahead of dropping through $10k on the Dow. I am known to be quite cynical and sarcastic at time but I don’t take pleasure out of seeing others suffer, even if some of them might deserve it.
2. It’s official: The bulls are cocksuckers and have no class. Rest assured that after reading this article the gloves are finally off and if we ever roll over here – meaning if I am not a complete idiot (unlikely) and the market finally enters what I refer to as P3 I will enjoy every drop to the downside and there will be an endless supply of hazing, finger pointing, Schadenfreude, and good old smack talk. Expect the verbal equivalent of shock and awe while we bears take you suckers to the cleaners.
3. The third one is quite obvious for any self respective contrarian. Reading self indulgent puff pieces like this only wants me to add even more short positions – an activity I will be pursuing with utmost diligence as we are indubitably make new highs tomorrow morning.

I think old Bugs said it best:

Alright, that’s all I got for tonight – see you tomorrow morning for the regularly scheduled bear slaughter.

Cheers,

Mole

P.S.: John Carney – you can kiss my shiny metal ass.