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OK. Slowly, and in Standard English, so you can understand, what part of me do you think is not real? Spit that silver spoon out of your mouth and reflect. Do you know how many educated people in El Sud Nueve started out as trailer trash (if not unnecessarily white)? Do you know how many of us...

Are you tawkin' down ta me? Ah think you is takin' down ta me! Ah bet yew live in a fine home with a lawn (mos' people have a yard, but not evvaboddy has a lawn). Try livin' on a bare gravel plot. Yew have bushes on your proppetty? Oney bushes here is on tha trailer trash wimmen. An' Jose the...

Nice? Nice? The preacher man's wife is nice. Trading be down and dirty done the way I'll teach you! Like the preacher man's second daughter.

I am the red-boned hound underbelly of trading. I do not aspire to trading riches, because I know "the wages of sin is death." At least that's what we poor people say to make a virtue of the vice of poverty. After all, did not our dear Lord and Savior Jesus Christ vigorously and virtuously...

Crap? I'll have you know that almost every element of that screen represents a brilliant observation about the price of anything and everything which was at one time or another randomly right. The only part of it that is purely silver is the bottom study, which is a Commodimetric Analysis of...

The verity of the attached screen shot speaks to itself. I am selling everything but the Elvis memorabillea.

I take your snotty big city boy post to imply that I am not diversified. Au cuntraire, I have colored Depression glass bottles, first edition Hardy Boys, Weimar Republic beer steins, and a hand-tinted early publicity photo personally signed by Elvis which says "Don't take no shit, Flem!"

If you are a poor boy with a gold coin worth more than your wife's engagement ring, it is mighty tempting to sell it (the gold). My chart still shows silver a buy today.

Who needs to trade? Between food stamps and what the dogs drag in, there's always plenty to eat. For fun there's a fight or a fire every night in the trailer park. Don't need a car because WallyMart is nearby. If you need anything more, just steal it. Only part that's work is watching the...

This week's silver analytics scream that poor men should be buying the poor man's gold. In the unlikely event that you have liquid assets, use them. Most likely though you'll have to scrap that junker in the front yard. Sell the lazy dogs. Pawn off your gun collection. Put the live-in out to...

Hersheyites, rejoice! http://www.businessinsider.com/technical-charts-march-3-2011-3

You are so cruel. Trying to make those of us who loathe ourselves and crawl on our bellies like snakes think we can't trade successfully. On behalf of loathesome traders everywhere, I remind you that The Amazing Rande DOESN'T TRADE. End of discussion. I've picked three incredibly naive quotes...

Doc, how's come yew doan lit me clean yar chimbly na mar? That farr jes wernt ma fawtt. Ennyhoo, ah gots me a noo kay-rear! I'se a tradur! Onney prollem is, is 'at ah cain't naford na fast internett. So's I cut inta tha satullight saucer a tha fat leddy inna trayler nex doar. Works gud whin tha...

I see that on June 15-18 2011 Dallas traders and wannabees have the dubious opportunity to lose their trade show virginity: http://www.tradersexpo.com/tradersexpo/main.asp No longer will it be necessary to make the arduous Trailways trip to Vegas, NYC or LA willingly and eagerly to be...

Ooooooooh! It is soooooooo hard. Bruce Babcock said it best: http://www.amazon.com/Four-Cardinal-Principles-Trading-Identify/dp/0786310103/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1280187920&sr=1-3 1. Trade with the trend 2. Cut losers short 3. Let winners run 4. Manage risk There is a...

For me the hardest and most valuable thing in trading is my dick. After years of surfing porn to first the relieve the stress and later the boredom of trading, I developed a curious confusion of sex with trading. Consequently my dick gets hard when I see a really great setup.

We understand that where I am from. We call it dysmoria. You feel remorse that you are about to do it but you do it anyway.

This hyar were ma day. Hope yourn were better. Ah giss hit cud be, a cause of everboddy's charts all a lookin' diffunt. Price didn't do diddly on my chart, so's ah jist made it littler an' blowed up the Mr. Hershey's volly-yoom Goosians. Usual they's sumpin a goin' on thar. Not terday, tho, they...

Sickie, bearing in mind the sad progression of three generations of my literary forbears, I enjoined my own progeny: take care that you do not pass from white trash to white trash in three generations. But this thread is a journal. So tomorrow I shall post some astonishing trade prints...

So, being true to your name. Flopflipper, you flip those little flops over your back and move on. I thank you for your kind words, but I fear that you are merely impressionable. I think the thread is a flop. I had hoped that ET was riddled with lowlifes who would cry "Right on!", or whatever is...