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Do not underestimate the purchasing power of pederasts in America. Hannah Montana is pitched to them, not to preteen girls. I'll bet that the average ETer never misses an episode.

Je repete, the specious Robin Hood assertion is the core of Jack's teaching and neither he nor Spydie has deigned to defend it. Because it is indefensible? Who is the idiot here? I, who use ineluctible logic? Or Jack who has no capability to reason from evidence?

Spydie, in reality it is I who want to teach people to think. Jack makes unquantified general statements which do not bear up under critical examination. How many Israelites do you suppose would have followed Moses into the Wilderness had they known they would wander for two generations? You are...

Spydie, je ne comprend pas. I am speaking as directly as I know how to without revealing the pitiful reality of my true self. The greater question is why YOU feel obliged to defend le maitre from my honest questioning. A marriage counsellor once asked my ex in couples therapy, "Why do you defend...

Ora-Ginal, para-doxie-cally I love you as much as I love Spydie. But cunt me some slack and let me debate the master. He may prove your point that he is a pussy who can't tolerate debate, or he may slurprise us all.

Indeed you did. And Jack declined to debate each time. I am not challenging you and SCT-Lite, my dear friend, I am addressing eight years of postings here by Jack on SCT-Heavy. Jack's view of the market definitively represents the infantile desires of every new entrant to trading. That is what I...

Amen to that! "And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves, And said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have...

Inky, look at today's five minute ES chart and tell me, would you rather have Volume or Bar Quality as a supplement to pure price?

I know that part of the world intimate lak. A few decades ago a keydet would have reached inside a rucksack and stabbed him with a bayonette. At my alma mater someone would have koshed him with an empty liquor bottle. Pussies, all, the current generation. Iff'n thur wuz still a significant Corps...

I agree. Just once I would like to see an ad catering to ET's core white trash trading constituency! Insulted, all you furriners? You may not be white, but you is trash nonetheless!

Rest easy, Boy. I'm always a watchin'. Jist doan wan' ta git mistook for the enemy an' shot, is all. Dangerus place, ET.

My, my, aren't we all so clever? My pet peeve (everyone should have one, they're very companiablem if you get the right breed) is The Semantic Delusion. Being part Cherokee (but light enough to pass for white), I have the indigene's proclivity for naming things for what they are. For example...

That's Yankee Guvmint far ya! How could they have missed: "My IB feed is dead!" (on MLK's birthday, presumably a Southern trader)] and "What gives with the low volume on NQ U6?" (This on rollover day).

You guys talking JackShit? Watch it! This ain't no Jack board!

My martial background (or marital, as the case may be) supposedly befits me for the war of trading. But increasingly I feel less belligerant, saying things to my trading partners like "Carry on! You're doing fine!" or "Thank you ever so much for filling me without slippage!" or "Many thanks for...

"In America, you get food to eat. You don't have to run through the jungle and scuff up your feet! You just sing 'bout Jesus and drink wine all day. It's great to be an American!" (Randy Newman)

As we used to say in my day: "I think Negroes are great. Everybody should own at least one."

On this infamous day in Southern history, that gutless coward John Pemberton surrendered Vicksburg to that no-good drunken bankrupt Grant, starting a shameful new tradition for American generals, the dubious pinnacle of which was Dugout Doug. Which brings me to my point: I am the Southern Jack...

Damn Yankee holiday! On this day in 1863 that idiot George Pickett lost the war. But for that fool we would be celebrating quite a different event tomorrow. Consequently I am reduced in my genteel poverty to trading for accurst scalawag Yankee paper money. Stars and Stripes? Stars and Bars! And...