I will here treat, with the greatest intellectual rigor tolerable and comprehensible to ET, Extraordinary Popular Delusions & the Madness of ET. As ET has an inexplicable habit of effacing erasing but not embracing critical thought, I shall not invest much effort in the task until it is clear that I will not be deleted. ET, it seems, has much difficulty distinguishing the mock serious from the seriously mock.
But to begin. Should we attempt to identify the greatest delusion on ET, can we all agree that it is the belief that one will be graced, merely for the begging, with a positive expectation trading system so simple that any undisciplined inexperienced inept fool can trade it? Why do those thus afflicted so sincerely believe that it is Christmas all year 'round on ET? My belief is that every such mendicant fancies himself the babe in the manger entitled to the adoration of all who read his hasty mewling ill-spelt posts. In short, they are entitled little snots. IF ever they get rich, they will be the sort who lease gaudy Mercedes and buy fake handicapped parking permits. Fortunately we have the newly resurrected (it is approaching that season) Jack Hershey to guide them to the land of milk and honey.
But there be greater fools here: those who vainly counsel that no published system can possibly work, and that all working systems were developed at such high cost in ego and geld to their owners that they are more priceless than firstborn children, and are therefore privately held. If on the non I find this thread intact, I shall continue.
But to begin. Should we attempt to identify the greatest delusion on ET, can we all agree that it is the belief that one will be graced, merely for the begging, with a positive expectation trading system so simple that any undisciplined inexperienced inept fool can trade it? Why do those thus afflicted so sincerely believe that it is Christmas all year 'round on ET? My belief is that every such mendicant fancies himself the babe in the manger entitled to the adoration of all who read his hasty mewling ill-spelt posts. In short, they are entitled little snots. IF ever they get rich, they will be the sort who lease gaudy Mercedes and buy fake handicapped parking permits. Fortunately we have the newly resurrected (it is approaching that season) Jack Hershey to guide them to the land of milk and honey.
But there be greater fools here: those who vainly counsel that no published system can possibly work, and that all working systems were developed at such high cost in ego and geld to their owners that they are more priceless than firstborn children, and are therefore privately held. If on the non I find this thread intact, I shall continue.
