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John T. Hershey of Tucson is real enough. Verifiable residency and career history and personal interests and community contributions. At least as good as Obama's. It is the ET Jack that is a fiction.

Jack is a unique case of literary fraudulence, referred to in the trade as a "frawd."

On the subject of Jack, for those who are new to this forum, or to him, there is a real Jack Hershey. He is much more careful now about local media exposure, but five years or so ago enough appeared in the Tucson press to prove that he is a real person. Most of that has aged out of the internet...

Agreed, Rasky. I think non day traders, especially those who read Jack, have a fellacious view of the reprehensible practice. They think we sit there flashing in and out of the market, or constantly reversing, as Jack advocates. Truth is that the profit expection, whether backtested or surmised...

Hypostomus can't make calls because his seconds-long momo trades are over before he can remember why he got in them, much less post a call.

Yes, it it your ET civic duty to save assholes from themselves and make them proud upstanding eleemosynary citizens. Understand about the wine. By the time Napa champagnes get to Tejas Norte it is a crap shoot what they will be like. So far we are having the best luck with Mumm Napa Brut...

What? Are you abandoning a potential akkellite? I regret that I do not know the thread of which you speak, as the left behind brain does not know what the right brain is doing. If he is an asshole, I might help. BTW, e have named the tape reading program: Tapeworm. Example tomorrow. It's...

Yes, it brought tears to our collective eyes when we finally got this working. Being thoroughly detestable and reprehensible persons, we had despaired for years of ever be able to trade the SCT style. Spurned by the inner circle for our manifest faults, never invited to the PalTalks or the email...

As promised to Jack yesterday, here is a credible emu-lation of SCT on a one-minute chart. The caveat is that it is applied to ES without tuning from an NQ system. The objective is to achieve a system so confident that Jack's ideal of "always in, no stops, never a loss" is achievable by persons...

Bravo to all of you! ET thinks I am nutso for spinning twenty personalities out of one mind. I think YOU all are nutso for melding twenty minds into one personality! Word salad. Misspellings. Repetition. Disjointedness. Typos. Rambling. It's great! But, alas, no disguised nuggets of truth...

Very entertaining history. Until you started fictionalizing. As to can't, Sunday or Monday Professor Doaks will prepare for me a sanitized view of a one second tape reader code. Impossible to reverse engineer, so no harm showing it to you. This code is as close as he can get to your ideal of "no...

I recommend Confederate currency. The markup to spot is much less.

Because my conscience bothers me, I deliberately cut my winners short. I take only enough each day from Bitch Market to pay my booze bill.

Back then it was easier. The tape moved as slow as cross country mail. Ask Jack. He remembers.

"Either way you are going to lose your trailer." I am fona bide trailer trash. I once shit in an outhouse, fighting off wasps all the while, and pumped iced tea out of the ground with a hand pump. You need only drive two hundred yards off the interstate up a red dirt road to find yourself in a...

Well, if we're going to be dainty, the proper French is "caravane mobile". As proof positif of your perfidious provenance, kindly provide the punch line to the joke question: "How is a white trash divorce like a tornado?"

Ha! Jack as in Hershey. The po' man's free guru. We be so po' hereabouts 'at tha naybers rake up the gravel off'n tha lot an' steal it.

You were wise beyond your years to start here. Use the "search" function to go to the first post of Jack Hershey, about ten years ago. Read every post of his going forward. Eventually you will find that there is a gap in time. Go the posts of Grob109, still Jack, until they cease. Then return to...

I am out of the Jack hairassment game. Better sport elsewhere. Trade well.

It's Friday. When I as working I loved Fridays. Now that I am trading I fucking hate them. And Mondays, too. So my choice was drink or shoot. Never both. But as I tweaked some codas yesterday I decided to stay home and watch them work. But that is so dull, like watching a five-minute chart, that...