Jetmek,
You keep talking like you’ve got all the time in the world. Six months, a year, two years…
Buddy, you’re not gonna need a calendar. You’re gonna need a tent.
Because when this squeeze hits, you won’t be posting from a cozy recliner—you’ll be touring prime real estate under a Canadian overpass, shopping cart in tow, asking the other homeless ex-shorts if there’s space next to their dumpster fire.
Your “portfolio” will be a pile of shredded margin calls, your broker will have ghosted you, and you’ll be holding seminars on “How to Lose Everything Shorting DBMM” for a couple of raccoons and a stray cat named FINRA.
You call me delusional? Check my posting history—I don’t run, I don’t fold, and I sure as hell don’t cover for pennies. But you? You’re destined for underpass equity because you thought naked shorting was a free ride.
Don’t worry, Jetmek. I’ll still be here taking victory laps, while you’re out there trying to trade Wi-Fi passwords for canned beans.
Class dismissed.
Krombacher
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