Indeed. Nothing in trading is worse than inconsistent consistency. But I was not jesting. A truelly working system when it works is realley wright. When it is rong, it is realley hromng. So I have an optimozed reversoil strategay for all my systems. They tend to compensate for the losses in the primory systems. And when they don't, well, I have an optimozed re-reversal. Bitch of a day, today. All three failed. My wife swears that I only lose on days when I drink.
I drink to mask the no longer incipient Alzheimer's. "Sorry, hon, I don't remember." There are days that I think EasySignal's data has Alzheimer's, too.
I can only refer you to the stats on famous authors. Most of them were drunks. It enhances creativity, especially at 4AM on Sunday morning. My best trading ideas have come to me when I was dead drunk, or just awoken with a boner, which events at my age are mutually exclusive.
For an hombre with Alzheimers, you must have a bit of homing pigeon in your DNA, because you found your way back to ET with unerring instinct.
It is my sincere belief that if one cannot grasp the teat then one must grasp the bottle. Artists long for the teat but usually end up left with a bottle. The bottle is a constant friend my friend. Unlike the teat, which can be a very parched pursuit.
A marvelous thing happenunt to me, akin to the conversion of Paul on the road to Damascus: I put Jack on ignore. Instantly, tout d'un coup, the veal of iggorance was lifted from my eyes. Now I see all. Know all. Bitch Market no longer makes my dick hard. I know her tricks.
If you are a guy, pleasing women is all about sucking that tit when she is about to and/or gasm. Ask your woman, "Is there a string connecting your tit to your pussy?" If she sayeth "No, you fucking perv!", move on, and find one who says "Oh my fuicking god , yes! Suck it, big boy! I don't care how big your dick is!"