Just to make sure that I never get that prop trading invitation (they make yo' w'ar shoes!), I will share with you the rationale for the oil trade my advisors just had me make. Madmen that they are, they were reading the minds of the Street, and channeled to me this composite conversation:
8:27 Boss, oil just broke out of it's range upward.
8:27 Who fucking cares? Oil is dead. Don't you read ET? Don't fucking bother me again!
8:28 Uh, boss? It just went up another dime.
8:28 Will you PLEASE shut the fuck up! We are about to engineer an upward breakout from NQ's consolidation. We just saw that ET idiot Merchant's Little Red Line! While you were watching your precious fucking oil, NQ failed to make a lower low! Hold the line on the consolidation!
8:29 Uh, it's up another dime.
8:30 Oh, fuck! Here come the market sells! Quick! Scuttle the fucking bid and rework today's scenario for a selloff! You! Oily! You're fired! What didn't you fucking tell me something was HAPPENING!