If week #47 would have an avatar then it’s that of a lowly white collar office worker who punches the clock every morning, takes extended lunch breaks, shirks any responsibilities or deadlines, and generally keeps its head down as to not get noticed by that cunty ball breaker called Lucy in HR.
Most retail rats launch their trading endeavors (calling it a ‘career’ would be a vast exaggeration) by voluntarily checking themselves into a financial industry indoctrination camp where they are force fed a corrosive diet of nonsense such as magic candle patterns, Elliott Wave theory, moon phases, solar cycles, Bradley Turn Dates, Hindenburg Omens, etc.
Good morning fine readers of Evil Speculator! Mole is busy writing his own Word Press operating system, so I’m here today to drop some haut trading knowledge on you. Under normal conditions, in the winter time I make an effort to GTFO Chicago as much as possible. Chicago is an amazing city in the summer time. But it ends as soon as the weather makes in inhabitable to most humans, usually in late November. And this year it happened about a month earlier than usual.
Having spent over seven years in Spain and having had to put up with their various cultural peculiarities gives me sufficient license to mock any Spaniard at every possible opportunity. Which is a privilege I yield (somewhat) responsibly but sometimes I just can’t help myself.