Mark, as you can see in the attitude of my posts tonight, I'm not feeling particularly generous.
I've about run out of the good will you request.
Henceforth, I will become a stock-hyping, threatening, mean-spirited evil bitch who cares not for you or any living soul.
I'll pick a stock, hype it to the hills, charge for my newsletter, create fantasies about shorters and getting on the NASDAQ...
I'll attack anyone who dislikes my stock with venomous wit. I'll declare myself a reporter and fail to notice my Elite Member is composed of felons. In fact, I'll actively recruit felons: any volunteers?
I'll get a schmuck with rocks for brains to claim he's buying the float, and give him a cutsie name, like Mr. Nuclear Incinerator. The schmuck will muscle nay-sayers and "protect" the poor, uneducated small investor.
I'll buy a piece of dirt in Idaho for 25 cents an acre. I'll sell it to my best pal from the Federal Correction Institute in Butner, North Carolina for $5 million. Then he'll sell it back to me for $5 million. This will give me a piece of paper (with a seal, of course) that says I own a $5 million piece of property.
Then I'll marry you. |
