MAGA: We know that Trump has modeled his Presidency after Nixon and Reagan. I am firmly opposed to our nation's continued warfare/intervention. However, I do remember Rragan talking a bigger game than actual warfare; fire a few missiles, 3 day wars, shady deals with the contras, etc. I hope Trump will at least follow that model, for the sake of our mercenaries (heroes my ass!) and their families (especially the kids - the adults know what they signed up for). The market doesn't seem to care! In fact, it is up!! Doesn't this post belong in the political forum? You entered this Lion's den! The ignore button is your friend!!
Urban Warfare: Summer of '85. My Father was a career military man with a background in law enforcement. He was the type of man, that in today's day and age, we would refer to him as old school; for me, I prefer to be sneaky. Old school guys will generally give you a warning. "I am not the dude you want to be fucking with!" As a young cat in Port Tampa, I remember that day. Like most days in Florida, it felt like a sauna. Sandee and I had been living together for a few months and I was visiting my parents. My Dad and I were walking Blackie, the family dog. Cracker is a general term that is normally used as a racial term applied to white people. It derives from Florida "Crackers" who would literally crack a whip. Most often it is used by African Americans. So, forgive me for co-opting the word, but it applies, nonetheless. Blackie was a cockapoo, a small dog that was a cross between a cocker spaniel and a poodle. She was a lover, not a fighter. Like most white kids that age I had yet to fill out. We were walking by the park on Interbay armed with simply a good nature and a strong will. I can't even remember what those crackers said. I only remember their false demeanor. You could tell by looking at the young toughs they had spent a little time in the Florida get thick program. The four of them were well built, unless of course, you factor in the weak will! Which turned out to be the deciding factor. I only call them crackers because I guess they assumed we would be a little jumpy when they cracked their verbal whip. Larry and Marshall were genuine predators. Lovable souls with a passion for free time much like my own. Fighters who just wanted to be free! My Father was a fighter who protected our freedom. Little did they know what awaited them if they decided to throw down. "I am not the dude to be fucking with." The eyes are the windows to the soul. In my Father's case, and mine too, when you cross us - you can see in our eyes, that we may not have a soul at all. *** Back on that lazy day in '85, my Father gave me some good advice that I have always adhered to, "Don't fuck with a 40 year old man." *** Summer of 2002. Although I was in my early 30's I was really starting to understand the depth of my Father's wisdom. Run towards the enemy Steel yourself, mentally Don't fuck with old men I had been in enough scrapes to know who I was as a man. I prefer not to warn people. I prefer to draw them in. Sneaky. Like our dog, Sport. Sport would smile and wag his tail. Then he would bite the shit out of you. Ask the mailman on Eglin AFB when I was in the fourth grade. My Father warned him, "The dog bites." That day he drew blood! But, my pops warned him. A different era for sure. On this particular day in Florida it was about 3:30 in the afternoon. I was not armed with anything but a pleasant personality and a strong will; well, that and the confidence only gained from experience running the streets. Spending time on the wrong side of the tracks. At the time I was driving for yellow cab. I received a call from Bennigans, the manager. "Do you want this fare or should I call the police?" I am on my way! When I arrived the manager explained the situation. Two farm boys from Iowa just wanted to have a little fun. Like most of us, day drinking is a perk of vacationing in a town where nobody knows you. "Thanks Tom." Farmboys and country boys aren't the type of people I would fuck with either. That's the thing about me. Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you. Otherwise, it's on! Within 30 seconds of being in my cab, the big dude is talking shit! The meter is running. I let him finish. He wants to go back inside and kick the manager's ass. I had a better idea. "Let me show you guys a good time." My plan was to stop at ABC liquor, directly across the street from the Mons Venus on Dale Mabry Hwy. in Tampa. Buy a bottle of Crown Royal. This is where I took all the tourists. The Mons is a small, nude joint that is probably famous worldwide. If its not it should be. Because its fully nude, they only sell juice and soda and the women are out of this workd. Stupid fine! If you are discreet, you can sneak in a bottle of liquor. Joe Redner ran the joint. He was there most of the time. Along with a bouncer who could have played tight end for the Patriots. Joe has always been one of my heroes fighting for freedom, even though we have rarely spoken to one another. What I admire most about Joe is the freedom he afforded the women who worked at his establishment. Come and go as you please. At any given time, there would be 30 or 40 fully nude women in a packed house. With so many people - maybe a 100 customers - in this small piece if real estate, the energy was always high. When the ladies walked past you, they would have no choice but to make contact with you; they didn't touch your hands. You couldn't touch them. But their nether regions would brush against you as they squeezed by. That was the plan. Take these farmboys to a place they could get liquored up and spend some money. You know, enjoy the freedoms we have in this country. Enjoy the money they rightfully earned. After they got all worked up, take them to Drew Park. I can't say much more about that. Let's just say I know a few places where pussy is for rent from top level talent. "How much is this going to cost?" Like I told everyone. That's on you. But for 30 bucks an hour, we will turn the meter and my phone off. Bars don't close until three am. "Oh yeah, pay for four hours up front. Is that fair?" I only ask for the four hour payment up front to guage the customer for the trip to Drew Park. If they don't balk, I know they are ballers and I can take them to Legends. *** Two hours later. The big dude comes out first with his friend trailing behind. He gets in the back seat of the cab. The door is open on the opposite side. His smaller framed friend is trying to calm him down. "Dude, chill out. Quit trying to fight everyone!" Earlier that evening he threatened the manager of Bennigans. Now he is talking shit like he is going back in to fight the bouncer. I let him know that's not a good idea. "Fuck you!" Incoherent rambling. "I will fuck you up." Some guys just like fighting more than pussy. Armed now with simply a strong will and a steel door, I make my move. I notice that the small dude has his hand in the door jamb. If I am going to fight two people least he will be fighting with one hand. I slam the door on his hand and quickly open the door. I reach in with my non dominant, left hand and snatch the big dude out of the car with an explosiveness that only comes from snatching 50 lb trash bags full of grass. There wasn't much of a fight after that. Sneaking two drunks from out of town is a hobby with the crew I ran with. I would have much preferred they enjoyed their evening. I certainly enjoyed mine!
Break of 8 week H/L came into play 3 weeks ago Not sure what size stop to use on CL because each $1 change equals $1,000 On the plus side, 8 week periods seems to fit Definitely worth watching and testing in the future I wonder if an always in approach woud be worth testing as well; based on 8 week h/l breaks (whipsaws could be huge in certain markets! Filter?)
Apply all of your monthly and yearly chart hindsight knowledge to the daily scale...and that's when things can truly grow and compound. Leverage options Jo-Ro 2018
I feel as though I am being challenged by the great one. There is not enough room at ET for two paper tigers. If you accept, Larry Sugar, here is the challenge! 1st annual World Paper-Cup Trading Challenge: Paper trading participants only The loser leaves ET in shame The winner receives the glory Is that a rabbit hole you are willing to dive into, Mr. Sugar?
I have no time to paper trade, and accept your challenge. I'm way too busy trading my $1,000 account into $2,000. I plan to double it every 1-2 weeks. and become a millionaire by the end of year...so I can move out of my parent's house. and get my own house, where I can lose my virginity in it. and I plan to buy a 2000 Porsche 911 on eBay for $15,000 I've always wanted a cool car. I need a cool car...to be a cool, confident guy , ...and possibly a hair transplant as well, for my thinning scalp. and perfectly, big white straight veneer cosmetic teeth.
Plus one on the loss of virginity! I'm confident you can do that while living at home. Thats when it happens for most people!