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 scourge the Jew moneylenders from the Temple? So I seek not to make more money trading than I need to pay for my bare gravel lot in the scorched trailer park and to make the child support payments to my three ex'es. And to feed Rufus, my beloved hound who slept with me faithfully all the years when my cheating wives wouldn't. If you are not to proud to learn from an unreconstructed white trash Southerner, I will teach you here how to make just enough money trading not to lose your food stamp benefits or your disability payments. Yee, Haw!