Come on Zero Hedge, get some content of your own.
I was there first. Comes under - (wish I'd said that).
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Sigh.... Why is it that people with cocks the size of a sandfly only ever show up when prices are down and never ever when they are too da moon ?
Sigh.... And why is it that the same type are never ever happy when people are making money, but just seem to gloat like a fool when others are losing money ?
Sigh... What sort of Wanker takes joy from others losses ?
John Galt might want to go back and actually read the book Ayn Rand wrote before presenting as some sort of shadow of the inception of the character and passing judgement on others.
“The man who refuses to judge, who neither agrees nor disagrees, who declares that there are no absolutes and believes that he escapes responsibility, is the man responsible for all the blood that is now spilled in the world. Reality is an absolute, existence is an absolute, a speck of dust is an absolute and so is a human life. Whether you live or die is an absolute. Whether you have a piece of bread or not, is an absolute. Whether you eat your bread or see it vanish into a looter's stomach, is an absolute.
There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil. The man who is wrong still retains some respect for truth, if only by accepting the responsibility of choice. But the man in the middle is the knave who blanks out the truth in order to pretend that no choice or values exist, who is willing to sit out the course of any battle, willing to cash in on the blood of the innocent or to crawl on his belly to the guilty, who dispenses justice by condemning both the robber and the robbed to jail, who solves conflicts by ordering the thinker and the fool to meet each other halfway. In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit. In that transfusion of blood which drains the good to feed the evil, the compromise is the transmitting rubber tube.”
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Ayn Rand,
Atlas Shrugged