My somewhat of an open letter to the utmost handsome man of the month.
February 22, 2011
Mr. Qaddafi (The Economist), Gadhafi (WSJ), Gaddafi (CNBC), which the fuck is it? It seems that nobody has a fucking clue how to spell your fucking name, not even a Libyan, and I bet that you don't know either. Sir, you have the face of a blood thirsty lunatic and you are far worst than that, your parents did a fabulous job. You and your country are living in the 1800's, both in your form of government and way of life. Scratch that, it's the entire Middle East. Even though I made hedge plays last week to save my clients and my sweet behind from your cuckooness, you still have managed to ruin my beautiful Tuesday. Maybe you should stop brushing your teeth and showering yourself with all of that oil you hog, you delusional mook. Great thanks to you, now I have to put a limit to my car service and take public transportation or use my precious feet to walk...
14:35
Mr. Qhadafi (Moy Goodness) the Libyan army and air force are defecting. Who are you expecting to stick around and defend you? You have the rest of the week and by Sunday you will be on a beach in Venezuela, eating a banana.
February 24, 2011
The word on the street today was that you were shot... Hallelujah! Although it was only a rumor that was spreading like wildfire across trading floors, it still made a huge positive impact later in the trading day. If the rumor is true, I want to personally thank the lucky fella who nailed you by sending them to a beach in Venezuela to eat bananas.
Happy Thursday
