In solidarity with today’s announcement of the c
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Posted On: 12/20/2022 8:43:44 PM
In solidarity with today’s announcement of the criminal shenanigans (technical term) Nader and Kazem have been charged with, I think it’s only fair we all share things we’ve done wrong. Let’s get it all out on the table so we can move forward with clear consciences and our eyes on the prize.
Here goes.
Somewhere around 7th or 8th grade we were forced to let the weird, stinky kid down the block be a part of our carpool group because one of the parents felt bad for them. So at least once a week we had to ride in a disgusting AMC Eagle that had half eaten food and junk all over the floors. It was so bad (and smelly) and the dad was so dumb that one day we convinced him to drop us off at a local grocery store so we could get last minute supplies for the project we improv’d was due that day. We told him we’d just walk to school after and he believed us. Sucker.
In that same grocery store, a Smith’s, my buddy and I once noticed that when you bought a Coke for .50c in the machine up front, it sounded like the coins were working their way straight through the machine and falling onto the floor. We got down on our knees to look, and sure enough there were quarters everywhere. We snagged as many as we could with our hands and then went to the deli and grabbed a couple straws to rig up a retrieval tool so we could get more. The store owner eventually slapped his hand hard down on our shoulders a visit or three later, giving us a pretty aggressive routine about how it was grand theft and we’d be in huge trouble. The real trouble in my mind however, was that I’d only came to the store because I was asked to get pasta for dinner. I had to ask him if it was still ok if I bought some noodles before I was kicked out forever. He let me because I’ve got the gift of gab. At least when it comes to linguini.
I grew up near a place that marketed their store with huge letters across the top of the warehouse-sized building that said “IF WE DON’T HAVE IT, YOU DON’T NEED IT”. I stole a pack of juicy fruit, or one of the other old school five-stick gums, just to be able to say I stole something. It was all the rage for some reason.
Once, my brother and I bought a full case of baseball packs, opened them and took all the good cards out, then carefully re-sealed them and sold them to a younger kid down the block. His dad somehow found out and was not happy.
In 7th grade my buddy and I had a classmate with a last name that matched a relatively famous politician of those days. She was tiny and had a really short haircut. For some reason we decided that we should pat her head when we walked by her in the halls. We, of course, thought this was hilarious and harmless. She, of course, hated it and complained to a teacher. We were sat down and told something like, “how DARE you! She’s (fancy politician's) niece!”.
A company I worked for dicked me over on a bunch of commissions I was due. They basically changed the structure at the last minute and told me I wasn’t getting a payout. So instead of buying lunches for customers on the company credit card, which I was allowed to do, I had a buddy who ran a great pizza/liquor/deli kind of joint just run my card and give me cash back, minus a little to cover his fee and make it worth his while. I did it only a handful of times and made way less than what I’d have made if they’d paid me the bonus I deserved, but it felt righteous and I don’t regret it for a moment. Fuck those guys.
I briefly had a mullet. It was cool at the time. I know this isn’t a crime by traditional standards, but it was criminal how good I still looked.
And I guess that concludes the list of all illegal, criminal, or terrible stuff I’ve done.
I’d have bought today if I had any free money to do so. Today’s outlook is no different than yesterday’s. Hearing this news about Nader and his buddy Kaz is annoying, but ultimately should prove to be inconsequential to my investment moving forward. Maybe we lose the 11% we lost today, and a little more over the coming days, but that doesn’t affect the long term.
It’s like blackjack.
If you play anything close to basic strategy but some jackass sits down and hits his 14’s against the dealer six, stays on his sixteen against a dealer ten, and employs a variety of other suboptimal moves BUT WINS, it’s frustrating as hell but ultimately it’s only a short term problem. In the moment it’s annoying but if played out over a thousand hands they’ll lose with that strategy. (Of course generally we’ll all lose at blackjack over a thousand hands, but if you play the right way you should lose a lot less) You can watch someone hit in front of you and get the card you needed, only to hit yourself and bust with a face a moment later, but that doesn’t mean that you didn’t place yourself in the best possible spot to win that one hand. The best you can do is use all of the data at hand to make the best possible decision you can in the moment, and hope that you’ve positioned yourself in a way that maximizes your odds.
I believe that’s what I’m doing with Cytodyn shares. I’ve backed up that belief with quite a few shares over the years. I don’t care that the dealer just hit to a six card 21 and won this one hand. I’m here to play hundreds of hands. Thousands. The deck will turn hot eventually and I’ll be in the best position to take advantage.
Nothing has changed.
The guy splitting his tens against a dealer’s ten is long gone. That we see him at a table across the way getting dragged out by security for some unknown crime has no long-term bearing on the rest of our time at the table. Just a brief stop where everyone mutters "what the fuck just happened over there?" and then it's back to business as usual.
So go in peace this (almost) Christmas Eve, and let our lord and savior cradle you in his bosom, whispering sweet holiday nothings into your ear. Holding you close, making you wonder why he’s shirtless and getting so near that his lips are touching your earlobe an alarming number of times. Causing concern that your long-held belief that God was actually a woman was only ever a thing because you liked that pretentious Dishwalla song from the 90’s.
Hold strong, my longs. Dishwalla is never wrong and neither am I*.
*Please don’t fact check this statement
Here goes.
Somewhere around 7th or 8th grade we were forced to let the weird, stinky kid down the block be a part of our carpool group because one of the parents felt bad for them. So at least once a week we had to ride in a disgusting AMC Eagle that had half eaten food and junk all over the floors. It was so bad (and smelly) and the dad was so dumb that one day we convinced him to drop us off at a local grocery store so we could get last minute supplies for the project we improv’d was due that day. We told him we’d just walk to school after and he believed us. Sucker.
In that same grocery store, a Smith’s, my buddy and I once noticed that when you bought a Coke for .50c in the machine up front, it sounded like the coins were working their way straight through the machine and falling onto the floor. We got down on our knees to look, and sure enough there were quarters everywhere. We snagged as many as we could with our hands and then went to the deli and grabbed a couple straws to rig up a retrieval tool so we could get more. The store owner eventually slapped his hand hard down on our shoulders a visit or three later, giving us a pretty aggressive routine about how it was grand theft and we’d be in huge trouble. The real trouble in my mind however, was that I’d only came to the store because I was asked to get pasta for dinner. I had to ask him if it was still ok if I bought some noodles before I was kicked out forever. He let me because I’ve got the gift of gab. At least when it comes to linguini.
I grew up near a place that marketed their store with huge letters across the top of the warehouse-sized building that said “IF WE DON’T HAVE IT, YOU DON’T NEED IT”. I stole a pack of juicy fruit, or one of the other old school five-stick gums, just to be able to say I stole something. It was all the rage for some reason.
Once, my brother and I bought a full case of baseball packs, opened them and took all the good cards out, then carefully re-sealed them and sold them to a younger kid down the block. His dad somehow found out and was not happy.
In 7th grade my buddy and I had a classmate with a last name that matched a relatively famous politician of those days. She was tiny and had a really short haircut. For some reason we decided that we should pat her head when we walked by her in the halls. We, of course, thought this was hilarious and harmless. She, of course, hated it and complained to a teacher. We were sat down and told something like, “how DARE you! She’s (fancy politician's) niece!”.
A company I worked for dicked me over on a bunch of commissions I was due. They basically changed the structure at the last minute and told me I wasn’t getting a payout. So instead of buying lunches for customers on the company credit card, which I was allowed to do, I had a buddy who ran a great pizza/liquor/deli kind of joint just run my card and give me cash back, minus a little to cover his fee and make it worth his while. I did it only a handful of times and made way less than what I’d have made if they’d paid me the bonus I deserved, but it felt righteous and I don’t regret it for a moment. Fuck those guys.
I briefly had a mullet. It was cool at the time. I know this isn’t a crime by traditional standards, but it was criminal how good I still looked.
And I guess that concludes the list of all illegal, criminal, or terrible stuff I’ve done.
I’d have bought today if I had any free money to do so. Today’s outlook is no different than yesterday’s. Hearing this news about Nader and his buddy Kaz is annoying, but ultimately should prove to be inconsequential to my investment moving forward. Maybe we lose the 11% we lost today, and a little more over the coming days, but that doesn’t affect the long term.
It’s like blackjack.
If you play anything close to basic strategy but some jackass sits down and hits his 14’s against the dealer six, stays on his sixteen against a dealer ten, and employs a variety of other suboptimal moves BUT WINS, it’s frustrating as hell but ultimately it’s only a short term problem. In the moment it’s annoying but if played out over a thousand hands they’ll lose with that strategy. (Of course generally we’ll all lose at blackjack over a thousand hands, but if you play the right way you should lose a lot less) You can watch someone hit in front of you and get the card you needed, only to hit yourself and bust with a face a moment later, but that doesn’t mean that you didn’t place yourself in the best possible spot to win that one hand. The best you can do is use all of the data at hand to make the best possible decision you can in the moment, and hope that you’ve positioned yourself in a way that maximizes your odds.
I believe that’s what I’m doing with Cytodyn shares. I’ve backed up that belief with quite a few shares over the years. I don’t care that the dealer just hit to a six card 21 and won this one hand. I’m here to play hundreds of hands. Thousands. The deck will turn hot eventually and I’ll be in the best position to take advantage.
Nothing has changed.
The guy splitting his tens against a dealer’s ten is long gone. That we see him at a table across the way getting dragged out by security for some unknown crime has no long-term bearing on the rest of our time at the table. Just a brief stop where everyone mutters "what the fuck just happened over there?" and then it's back to business as usual.
So go in peace this (almost) Christmas Eve, and let our lord and savior cradle you in his bosom, whispering sweet holiday nothings into your ear. Holding you close, making you wonder why he’s shirtless and getting so near that his lips are touching your earlobe an alarming number of times. Causing concern that your long-held belief that God was actually a woman was only ever a thing because you liked that pretentious Dishwalla song from the 90’s.
Hold strong, my longs. Dishwalla is never wrong and neither am I*.
*Please don’t fact check this statement
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