For over ten years I have enjoyed the unique experience of hearing the thoughts and beliefs or disbeliefs of solitary retail daytraders. Their chosen path is not an easy one, fraught with perhaps more potential for failure than any other endeavour. To succor themselves against the inevitable gnawing doubts of success they have a collective credo. Taped to their trading screens. Scrawled on file cards. Inked semipermanently onto sweaty palms. It goes something like this: The game is not rigged against retail daytraders. Precisely because I am solitary and uninfluenced by others, I can find profitable trading strategies which are invisible to legions of PhD quants. I do not need inside information or a community of informed colleagues to be successful because the tape tells the entire story. My laptop, retail softare, retail broker and cable internet connection are sufficiently adequate that I don't need a Bloomberg or a fast machine on a colocated server. I am sufficiently alert and nimble of finger that a market crash cannot hurt me. My broker is supremely ethical and will never screw me. Being my own IT support, strategy developer, algorithm designer, coder, tester and accountant is synergistic, not distracting. Because my strategies are so brilliantly subtle, being based on immutable market mechanics, I will be able to scale up without limit so that all these years of solitary hard work will soon make me rich beyond even my own wildest imaginings. Two thou to a mil this year! My bosses at all the many places I used to work will envy me my independent success, and all the pretty women who rejected me peremptorily over the years will call me pleading for a second chance. Then I will finally be happy and self-approving and can become sociable. I may even join a prop shop. I hear it's a lot of fun. Credo.