SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG
ENTRY OF 12/19/2-15
3:42 POST
MERIDIAN, SATURDAY AFTERNOON
Softens the downside
Hedged
Equity Fund (JHQAX)
Solution for re-balancing
Global
Allocation Fund (GAOAX)
Jeffrey
Geller
Fund
Manager
Folks, I have
traded stocks, options, commodities, speculated with interest rate
changes, and in th elate nineteen-seventies I had million dollar gold
contracts, as in those days, a measly 800 dollars would allow a
commodities trader to buy one million dollar gold contract. I made
and lost thousands of dollars, in an hour, totally outdoing myself
half a decade later on, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, at their
casinos. I enjoy speculation, or did when I was
younger with my life ahead of me, able to afford the seemingly
insensible risks. I could go on an don here, but I have
nothing whatsoever against capitalism, America, or the stock market.
HOWEVER, BACK IN MIDDLE AUGUST OF 1986,
something happened to me, in a parallel universe, that you all
insist on labeling, merely a very weird and unnatural extremely vivid
nightmarish dreaming experience. FINE, see it in whatever way makes
you at least listen to my god dam fuckign story, kind lads and
lassies out here. I am NOT AGAINST America, and I am not against
money or capitalism, or even rich people. When I grew up, rich people
were a little bit nicer. They didn't want to just get richer
endlessly, and have a secret goal and agenda to make everyone else
around them, literally THEIR SLAVES for their amusement. This is
what's going on in present times and has been for two decades or so,
after Mister Reagan changed the world of the hippies into the world
of the greedy eighties. It's not all his fault, I actually like the
guy to some degree and in many ways. BUTTTTTTTTT;
this great and powerful man, and our President-#40; did some things
that altered the course of the planet, and for all I know, he more
than anyone in political office other than for one running for office
now and probably will indeed become President MacInvondi, who you'll
all know only as who he appears when not ESS indwelt by his
doppelganger; but yes, Mister RR did some things that would never be
able to be covered in a few short blogs from poor old Mountainpen.
You'd need to go to college for years and learn all about
sociological and historical items and get some kind of a liberal arts
or similar type degree, and even then, you'll need to get out of
there, with your dam degree; and learn to begin thinking about the
shit all around you, with your now new found knowledge and awareness;
FOR YOURSELVES!!!!!!!! No amount of time in a learning hall is going
to make you think and reason. They do try, but then, we must remember
that even though colleges are less connected to the powers that be
and thus will open up our minds way past high schools that are under
extremely strict and stringent guidelines of local and state and
federal boards that oversee education, or in many cases, altered and
lacks there of. My uncle who lived first in Masapeaqua Park, up on
LINY, and then later after the toaster oven fire that supposedly
burned down their home, which I do not know if I am buying into that
story told to the family, as we have so very many family Collins-Type
Dark Shadows secret-closet-skeletons, that I take things with a grain
of salt, such as my Aunt, his wife of many years, and a very healthy
strong woman, suddenly dying from a flu shot in 1976, shortly after
she consoled my mom after her horrible failed romantic experience,
with her boss from work at Lavino Shipping Company, a Chicago native
and married an devil selfish man, by the name of Mister Edwin R.
Potter! But yes, house fire or no house fire, resulting from a
toaster left on in a kitchen, they then moved down wind on the
island, into a place that many today just call South Huntington, but
it is the village of Babylon, New York, a lovely spot in Suffolk
County, in New York State, just a few miles away from where my
daughter was born, and where my Aunt Ruth's daughter after she
married, moved just down the block from, as you all know from my
telling of the dog-walking story. But back again without any further
digressing, from tangents me; I have nothing against my late rich,
(NOT RICK—TYPO, SAHWEE) relative, my mom's cousin Ruth's hubby,
Mister SIR Heinz Gottwald. He was a hard working old banker, and a
German here in America at the wrong time, who got treated real badly
by his banking associates, even once by Fred Trump, my distant
cousin's pop, who did a lot of reale estate stuff in the Public
Housing sector, in areas outside of Manhattan, such as Queens. I am
not against rich people, although rich is one thing, in my day this
meant 200,000 dollars up to 100 times that much, say maybe 20 MILL.
After that, it was not rich, and rich peeps hate the word 'rich' by
the way, but this is now translates to WEALTHY. If you think there is
no difference, think again, peeps!Still, I traded with top firms as a
young man in his middle dam twenty's, YO, such as when I met Stock
Broker Richard Singer, Arty singer's kid, at the Merrill Lynch Corp.
I have banked at top banks, invested with top investment houses, had
many powerful and wealthy friends, and my family at one time could
tell stories that would only result as the Official Braggers Club. I
am not a bragger, and am merely trying to explain what changed, both
with me, as well as in the world itself. The Aunt of my mother, who
could see halo's on people or energy-fields, and this was real; was
what we would today label as our 'crazy relative', but she was known
and loved and respected by all of OLD Hollywood, and was a great
reader of plays, her name was Maud Huntington, and she married a man
whose last name was Benjamin, and Hollywood even today knows and
remembers my Great-Aunt Maud Huntington Benjamin. I don't hate
celebrities or wealthy people, or the stock market, and certainly I
don't fucking hate my country, merely what it is being turned into,
that I do hate, and I fight in my little way with words, to try and
let dummy assholes everywhere see these mountains of wool that is
being pulled over all of our eyes by lots of very evil people, and
even bigger still, by their dream-controlling doubles, or
doppelgangers, from the Exploratronic Supermind Society, as my
Morianity calls and labels this nice wonderful guys and gals from
hell or wherever. My Huntington family descended directly from
Mister Samuel Huntington. For crissake YO, this man was a
FOUNDING-FATHER of this great nation!!!!!!!!!! He signed the dam
Declaration Of Independence for the sake of dam ass Moses. This was
my seventh direct grand-pappy, YO DOGS! THIS IS MY GOD DAM
COUNTRY!!!!!!!! I only hope my dam ass crazy cousin gets in and fixes
it and makes it strong again, as no one has the balls to say the
truth like he does, NO ONE!!!!!!! He knows we are and have been for
decades, GOING TO HELL IN A GOD DAM HAND BASKET, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
Samuel Huntington was a four-time-elected governor, the Governor of
Connecticut, dying in his fourth term, in office, to quote my Moomy
Deaest and Mommy Dearest, “With his boots
on”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTT, this doesn't mean I
want to be bailing out billionaire people like a lot of evil rotten
folks on Wall Street. They lost money by doing stupid moves and
making rotten bets on things, and then they want little me and little
all of you out there, to pay their bills, and I
say this fuckiGN sucks a trucks and it isn't one dam ass bit fair;
and that is all that I am saying!!! I say that when capitalism is
permitted to run wild, and out of control, without any limits
whatsoever; then we naturally will progress to either a major
eventual revolution, or else the entire system will end up with the
surfs and the nobles all over again, with all of us slaves saying
yazzur to our masters, 24-7-365. That
is what I am saying, and THAT is my beef, and it should be your
beef, to anyone out here who hasn't had a brain transplant with a
dam chimpanzee!
Folks,
you may always use the following link to take you to a location where
you will be able to read my blogs (the BOM) in color, and that have
all of the other things as well, such as photos, links, charts, and
all sorts of cool freaking horse crap!!!!!!!!!
Have
yourselves a merry little day, all Merry's out there, and all else,
YO! How can you worry about your dam job, Copyright examiners of
2008? I love you Eddie Green, you've got a dam heart, BRO!!!
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES
MORNING
LIGHTS
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES
GARY
MITCHELLS
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS
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