Originally posted by darkhorse
This is one of the funny quirks of needlessly arrogant people. They are thickheaded enough to think that everyone else is as arrogant as they are.
And what is this "trading from your bedroom" crap? So I'm in my underwear now? And I guess I have bedhead corkscrews of hair pointing everywhere, bloodshot eyes, pizza stains on my wifebeater t-shirt, a stream of yoohoo trickling down my mouth, cartoon network playing in the background...and I guess I don't know anyone with money, either. I'm hitting up my Uncle Jeb who owns a spare parts garage for funds.
You are stupid, my friend. Every additional post further reveals the thickness of your skull. You are beaten down with logic, and every time you pop back up like one of those idiotic inflatable clowns, just to get smacked down again. All your ego garbage has replaced the space in your head reserved for common sense. My grandmother has more street smarts than you. Are you intentionally trying to make yourself look like a fool with all these softballs you are lobbing me? I've put my foot up your ass so many times my shoe is starting to smell funny.
Every time you make some lame comment about "trading from my bedroom" or "smallville USA" you show me that you are in love with hype and substance is more real to you than results. A suit and tie does not make you a professional. I could put on a three piece suit and designer shoes every morning if I felt like it. I could shell out $1500 a month for a high tech office with a modern architectural design, state of the art blinds and a plexiglass door. Would it make me a better trader? Not a bit. Would it impress jerkoffs who are too stupid to pay attention to what's important and more interested in what looks good? You bet. Show me a guy who is more impressed by the straightness of a guy's teeth than the words that come out of it, or the way his offices look than the results of his activity, and I will show you a Dumbass with a capital D.
I have news for you. The only reason I'm not a big boy yet is because I haven't decided if I want it. I'm happy moving fast as lightning and living the lifestyle I want in one of the most beautiful places in the country. My wife and I are looking for property, eventually we want a twenty acre spread so she can train and breed horses. You think I could do that in Manhattan, moron?
Sure I'm small right now, but that's only because I like being small. (Oh and I'm still big enough that my total pay over the next 5 years will dwarf yours, by the way, I'd bet my last dollar on it.) I've got what it takes to make it on any playing field, no matter how tough. And if I want to get bigger, I can hire some math geeks any time I want. I got to where I am through sheer force of guts, determination and will, and if I ever want to run a billion instead of a few million, you know what? I'll be able to. I have no doubt of it. By my posts on this site compared to yours, anyone can see I have more marketing and communication skills in my little finger than you have in your whole body. And despite your desperate wish to believe I just fell off the turnip truck, I know a fair number of guys with a nine figure net worth. So you see, stat, the only reason I haven't invaded your turf and kicked your ass there too is because I haven't decided whether I want it or not yet. It's just a question of whether I want to hassle with it. Because you see, there are things in life more important than prestige or a plexiglass door.