Recent content by Sid Gautama

Today's market appears to have Repubeikan sympathies. So I am as short the market as I am of soberrioty.

I taught the wife's cat to point like a setter whenever a grackle materialized in the yard. Thanks to the hand-clap quiet of an air pistol, alas, the grackles, which are exceeding smart, visit no more. Now the cat sits in my lap more often than the wife does, watching the market's ebb and flow...

Sorry. I couldn't decide whether to write a paragory or an alleble. So I wrote both.

All creatures, great and small, are capable of achieving enlightenment relative to their inherent intelligence. Even traders. Especially traders. Over the years I have observed my wife's now elderly main coon learn that it is not as far up the food chain as its genes lead it to believe it is...

Being dead for over 25 centuries has its benefits. Not the least of which is that you don't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks of you. Think to come of it, I don't care what any rat's ass thinks of me. Which naturally led me here. Back in the day, I went to a lot of trouble to package my ideas...

Seek-Id, could you perhaps enlighten us as to the best Way to trade, preferably not an Eight-Fold one? I agree with you that the anagrammatic thread snorter is full of excrement of the sacred cow.

While I am establishing full 18 U.S.C. 2257 Requirements Compliance for my new website, I will disclose to you free the First Noble Truth of Trading: Right View - Limit order traders know how to make market order traders sweat like strippers know how to make dicks hard. The sooner you learn...

Having mastered Maya in my day, and now benefitting from it in obscure retirement, I can tell you that the greatest delusion is that the market is an eleemosynary society. The equivalent of welfare for the lazy middle classes yearning for easy riches. And you know who here is the greatest...

My beloved son Rahula, how ashamed your beautiful mother Yasodara and I are to see you squandering your valuable insights in such a lust-blinded place as ET. I abjure your from posting here again, and beseech you to return to your dignified outsourced job providing customer support to...

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...

So many egomaniacs here! MY books are older than anybody's, except for maybe that hebe Moses. I say unto you of Jack: "A man who does not learn from life grows old like an ox; his body grows, but not his wisdom." (Dhammapada 11-152) The same is true of trading. Hold no ideas dear, all is...

Excellent observations. My amazement is perpetually refreshed here that posters "forget" their critical faculties when they pass these portals. For example, if you were three time zones away from home, couldn't sleep, and found yourself surfing infomercials, you would laugh your ass off at the...

Fraud! I am the one and only Tathagata, the "one who has come through!" Begone, lest the ET credulous should confuse your miserable worm of a self for The Divine One!

I, the Sakyamuni, must beg to differ. The wisdom of the Sakyas will always reign supreme. Were I to couch my First Noble Truth into modern argot, I would say: "Every living trader suffers."