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We all know what’s gonna happen sooner or later. The pump and dump story. Now we are into buying anticipating a change of rule from one set of rouges to another set of rouges. We are eagerly waiting for the market to rocket sky high. Every time we buy a share, sometimes at an already inflated price, we hear a voice asking, “Is it safe to buy this share at this price?”
Then we hear a voice answering.
“Don’t worry. We can dump when the time comes.”
Since of late though, I have come to realize that there seems to be another voice, albeit a tiny one, asking me a silly question. It happens when I sit down for a relaxing drink on the rocks with the lights turned down low and with slow music playing in the background. It happens when I wake up all fresh in the early morning and lie quietly in bed listening to the birds chirping out side the window.
The question is “what happens when you dump?”
I just shrug it off. I’m too busy these days to listen to insignificant little voices asking silly questions. I’m too busy dreaming of selling off my aging jalopy and getting behind the wheel of a shiny new Jag. I’m dreaming of buying the adjoining land next to my mountain shack and then turning it into a little palace. I’m dreaming of enticing the sexiest…..
Oh, well, never mind.
Anyway, I was having my relaxing drink late one night. All was quiet except for the soothing music. Then I thought I heard that tiny voice.
“What happens when you dump?”
I was a little vexed. At this relaxing boozing hour of all times!
“What happens when you dump?”
Was the little bastard or whoever it was getting a little persistent?
“What happens?” I smiled.
“I’ll collect my fat cheque and walk away. I’ll throw a grand party.”
I continued to smile thinking of the shiny new Jag. The palace in the mountains.
“YOU BASTARD!”
That sounded like a pistol shot.
“YOU SELFISH MOTHER F**#%**~DIRTY BASTARD!”
I was so shocked I nearly chocked on my drink.
“on whom you gonna dump?” The voice demanded. Thank god, this time at a little less volume.
“On whom.. am I.. gonna.. dump?” I strutted, a little bewildered. Before I could say “what the hell? I don’t care.” the answers came floating down to me seemingly from nowhere.
“It could be some poor bugger. An old feeble lone pensioner who invested all his pension fund in the market hoping to get a few more bucks so that he could make ends meet….
It could be a poor man investing the savings of a life time in the market so that he could give a decent dowry to his little girl…
Could be a young newly wedded couple dreaming of building their own little home...”
The scotch and the roast beef had all of a sudden turned sour. The relaxing music had turned harsh.
“What the hell is wrong?” I wondered. “Am I getting ‘D Ts’?”
Regardless of what I was thinking the voice went on. It went drilling into my ears. Into my brain. It went on drilling, drilling, drilling, until the whole world seemed filled with it.
“GO ON. MAKE YOUR PUMP AND DUMP. GRAB YOUR FAT CHEQUE. BUY YOUR SHINY JAG. BUILD YOUR PALACE. GET YOUR BOOZE AND THE LOVELY SLUTS. BE HAPPY BUT….
BUT THE CURSE OF THOSE INNOCENT SHALL COME AFTER YOU. YOU’LL END UP WITH A CANCER. YOU’LL MEET WITH AN ACCIDENT AND BECOME AN INVALID. YOU’LL LOSE YOUR LOVED ONES. IF YOU EVER MARRY AND BECOME A FAMILY MAN, YOUR KIDS WILL BECOME DRUG ADDICTS. YOUR WIFE WILL BE UNFAITHFUL. A TIME WILL COME WHEN YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO GET A WINK OF PEACEFUL SLEEP. THE WORST OF IT ALL IS YOU’LL NEVER KNOW THAT YOU ARE BEING PUNISHED. YOU’LL KEEP WONDERING “WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO SUFFER LIKE THIS? WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE????”
During the last couple of days I got rid of the shares accumulated with the intention of dumping. Now I have a clean pf. Only the shares bought before this unscrupulous practice of collecting with the intention of dumping are in my pf. Now that nagging voice has fallen silent. And I’m glad. So glad that it bothers me no more when I’m quietly lying in bed early morning listening to the birds chirping out side the window. So glad that it has stopped nagging me while I’m having my relaxing drink. So glad that now I am able to sleep like a baby right thru out the night.
WHAT MORE DOES A GUY WANT
Then we hear a voice answering.
“Don’t worry. We can dump when the time comes.”
Since of late though, I have come to realize that there seems to be another voice, albeit a tiny one, asking me a silly question. It happens when I sit down for a relaxing drink on the rocks with the lights turned down low and with slow music playing in the background. It happens when I wake up all fresh in the early morning and lie quietly in bed listening to the birds chirping out side the window.
The question is “what happens when you dump?”
I just shrug it off. I’m too busy these days to listen to insignificant little voices asking silly questions. I’m too busy dreaming of selling off my aging jalopy and getting behind the wheel of a shiny new Jag. I’m dreaming of buying the adjoining land next to my mountain shack and then turning it into a little palace. I’m dreaming of enticing the sexiest…..
Oh, well, never mind.
Anyway, I was having my relaxing drink late one night. All was quiet except for the soothing music. Then I thought I heard that tiny voice.
“What happens when you dump?”
I was a little vexed. At this relaxing boozing hour of all times!
“What happens when you dump?”
Was the little bastard or whoever it was getting a little persistent?
“What happens?” I smiled.
“I’ll collect my fat cheque and walk away. I’ll throw a grand party.”
I continued to smile thinking of the shiny new Jag. The palace in the mountains.
“YOU BASTARD!”
That sounded like a pistol shot.
“YOU SELFISH MOTHER F**#%**~DIRTY BASTARD!”
I was so shocked I nearly chocked on my drink.
“on whom you gonna dump?” The voice demanded. Thank god, this time at a little less volume.
“On whom.. am I.. gonna.. dump?” I strutted, a little bewildered. Before I could say “what the hell? I don’t care.” the answers came floating down to me seemingly from nowhere.
“It could be some poor bugger. An old feeble lone pensioner who invested all his pension fund in the market hoping to get a few more bucks so that he could make ends meet….
It could be a poor man investing the savings of a life time in the market so that he could give a decent dowry to his little girl…
Could be a young newly wedded couple dreaming of building their own little home...”
The scotch and the roast beef had all of a sudden turned sour. The relaxing music had turned harsh.
“What the hell is wrong?” I wondered. “Am I getting ‘D Ts’?”
Regardless of what I was thinking the voice went on. It went drilling into my ears. Into my brain. It went on drilling, drilling, drilling, until the whole world seemed filled with it.
“GO ON. MAKE YOUR PUMP AND DUMP. GRAB YOUR FAT CHEQUE. BUY YOUR SHINY JAG. BUILD YOUR PALACE. GET YOUR BOOZE AND THE LOVELY SLUTS. BE HAPPY BUT….
BUT THE CURSE OF THOSE INNOCENT SHALL COME AFTER YOU. YOU’LL END UP WITH A CANCER. YOU’LL MEET WITH AN ACCIDENT AND BECOME AN INVALID. YOU’LL LOSE YOUR LOVED ONES. IF YOU EVER MARRY AND BECOME A FAMILY MAN, YOUR KIDS WILL BECOME DRUG ADDICTS. YOUR WIFE WILL BE UNFAITHFUL. A TIME WILL COME WHEN YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO GET A WINK OF PEACEFUL SLEEP. THE WORST OF IT ALL IS YOU’LL NEVER KNOW THAT YOU ARE BEING PUNISHED. YOU’LL KEEP WONDERING “WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO SUFFER LIKE THIS? WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE????”
During the last couple of days I got rid of the shares accumulated with the intention of dumping. Now I have a clean pf. Only the shares bought before this unscrupulous practice of collecting with the intention of dumping are in my pf. Now that nagging voice has fallen silent. And I’m glad. So glad that it bothers me no more when I’m quietly lying in bed early morning listening to the birds chirping out side the window. So glad that it has stopped nagging me while I’m having my relaxing drink. So glad that now I am able to sleep like a baby right thru out the night.
WHAT MORE DOES A GUY WANT
