In contradistinction to my anagramous associate Duref Mudgins, I make no secret of my loathing for the work of Sigmund Freud, a perv if ever there was one. I reserve my reserved admiration for Carl Jung, one of whose most famous insights was "All psychology is autobiography." Which led to my most famous insight: "All trading is autobiography." But I write today not to glorify Jung, nor to reflect in his basked glory, but to vilify ET and all its active posters, some more than others, and you know who you are. I love Jung so much because his deep appreciation of archetypical dreams allows me to ascribe lofty significance to my own banal and prosaic dreams. And what dream could be more banal and prosaic than one of posting on ET? My trembling waking analysis of this dream required that I fortify myself with several mimosas sans OJ. The conclusion was not pretty: I desperately seek to find significance in my own demonstrable insignificance by posting on ET. And my long and undistinguished career here as your post-eminent trading psychologist leads me to conclude that all my fellow ET posters likewise are insignificant toads fantasizing that your vacuous posts confer significance upon you in the eyes of anyone other than yourselves. There being no dearth of insignificant wannabee traders, the health of ET is eternally assured. Comments are unwelcome.