Keerful, boy! Or you'uns be seein' Beauregard creepin' up the back door inna sheet! Ah tuck me one'nem John Merchant midday oil trades taday. Humph! He either a no-middle-initial Jewboy or white trash whut cain't afford ta buy him one. Staid in the damn trade a hour foty minutes and fifty-six seconds fo one anna half NQ points. Finely hadda quit cuz' QM wunt even tradin' no mo'! Damn you Merchant! Ah find yo', yo' ain bin circumscribed, ahm goan do it agin'! On secund thot, maybe he one'nem damn A-Rabs. Eithuh, goin' sharpen mah knaf!
While our master is in Tucson ingratiating himself with the members of the I've Been Deceived chapter there (we suspect he started with the lookers first), we're here at home (don't ask how he can be THERE and we can be HERE, it's very complicated, having to do with quantum sychrony and tunneling) watching NQ for him and trying not to lose any more money trading it than he does. With a little help from Joe Doaks (do you know that not a single fucking member of ET has EVER recognized who that is?), our resident "edge" strategist, we observed that the MO computers are so sorry-assed that all they can do is either try to force breakouts or meekly follow them. Mostly today the LO computers said "Thank you for your contribution!", especially the shorts this afternoon. If there are any candy-assed quants who are running those MO computers reading this, I would like for you to explain to me and Joe why that's the best you can come up with. Come on. It's a-nonny-mouse. And we're not stupid. Joe used to design missile tracking software. He knows that algorithm developers always take the easy way out. Buried in their impressive but totally incomprehensible four-inch-thick algorithm description documents is always some simple bullshit like x(t)=x(0)+v(0)*t. Fucking putz quants!
What we here in Mumbai are not understanding is how it can be being that your decadent profit-mongering trading groups in the Disunited States have not having being outsourced your trading codings to us-lings? Our holy father H. Plecostomus has been teaching us dailing to use the simple double topping without volume, or for the most deservingling grovelling of us, with voluming. We can be easily coding this for your computers to be computing if you it be so wishing. There was an excellent exampleing of both in our revere-ed NQ at 2:54 and 3:00 PM easterning timing today. Any idiot can be seeing this and trading this. We are rewriting the most honored of the Upanisads to read: "Fletchers make straight the arrow, irrigators lead the water where they will, Holy Hypostomus makes sharp the edge!". Peace unto all gentle trading beings, especially those whose money are taking. You are all fatting cats and will not be missing it. We are converting your increasingly worthless dollars to yuan in the bazaar as fasting as we be can. My women wear the losses in your 401K's as gold bracelets on their comely arms!
Automation? Smaughtomation! Doan need no faincy shit. Tekk taday, that fat fishbref Hypo done gone harin' off onna wild goosing chase! Leve us lone widdout knowin' how start he damn codes! Dat Jack's son, he no dam good, off preachin' ta a pig, tryin' fuck it, no dout. An Doaks? Behind he 8-ball jackin' off ta a stream a random numbahs! So iss jes yo' an' moi! Yo' doan do whut ah say? No mo' Cassie fo' yo'! Yass, Duref, dat mean yo', too! No mo' screwin' tween de tits, yo' fukin' Viennese perv! Membah ah tole you? Onest yo' go black, yo'll nebba go back! Kokomo, yo' got haff a brane, 'least for a llamingo! Yo watch de T&S. Yo' sees a big fill atta bid, yo' mekk de Glassbrk.wav noise, preten' yo' is Hill'ry piss at Bill fo' not smokin' he ceegar. Atta ask, mekk dat warble soun dat warnin'.wav do, yo' know lakk when I tickle yo' balls? Wiles! Quit playin' wid yossef! Ah do dat latah, yo' be good! Lissen! Dis complex. You see a big fill atta bid, and we shoat, and it move de DOM, yo' screme "Thank you sir, may I have some mo'?". If we be long an' it doan move de DOM, you yell "Fuck you!". We be long an it DO, yell "Fuck me!" Roanoke, ah kno yo' be inbred, but kin you do de opposite? Git yo' fingah outa you' nose so yo' kin hear me, boy! OK, evvaboddy reddy? Kraepelin, you dumb dead ole fuck, yo' go "ding ding ding" when de fun start!
his glasses clearly come from the flowers in the shotguns era, no need for closer examination, thx u, R0R.
Back in the ashram, I personally have stone-ed him many a time. In particular did he like the opiated grass. Used to sing "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" a capella, even when we were playing Sergeant Pepper backwards. Mellifluous baritone voice back then, BTW. Before he ruined it smoking hash without a hookah. Said he didn't like having to drink the water afterward.
These clowns! Didn't ANYBODY learn anything useful about trading NQ today? Surely you noticed how much it still loves round numbers? How a floor rotation is STILL 3 points even though the tick went down to a quarter? How picture perfect the jackel was between 1:30 and 3:15 PM ET? ANYTHING?
What's wrong with this mechanical system/ method, according to your backtesting (if done so far)? http://www.elitetrader.com/vb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=58195&pagenumber=73
Sorry for my ignorance. What's "anti-jack trading"? Who's Jack? Where can I know more about this guy? Why anti-jack?