Stock Market Mania

Did you ever notice - the stock market has changed massively. Old news, you say, and you're damn right. But what the fuck is going on? I mean, it used to be that when companies announced good figures, their shares would go up, and if you happened to work in one of those companies that were lucky enough to do that, the shares would add to your salary, and you'd have a good feel for it beforehand.

But nowadays, it's all the other way round. When it used to be the workers, the managers, the CEOs who could influence the value of a company's shares, it's the bloody analysts now. And a good breed we put in charge there, I tell you!

One company I own shares of (yeah, I am that crazy, something's gotta pay for my Beemer, right?) announced one of the best years in history, just a couple of weeks ago. Little old me, I was delighted to read the news, the good figures, the wonderful EPS, the great EBIT... Until I came to the simple statement "The stock markets reacted sceptically." What the FUCK!? How could they react sceptically when the company was doing as good as almost never before, the employees worked their asses off, they had more customers than ever, they almost couldn't keep up counting the damn money that was flowing into the company!! Ah, yes! the analysts said, but they didn't do as well as WE expected!

Who - "we"???

These stupid morons! They couldn't tell the difference between a bank account and a Tasmanian Devil, if you branded it on a 2x4 and nailed it to their fucking foreheads! Do they have crystal balls? No! Do they have time machines and can beam their mushy brains off to some distant planet from where they can watch the Earth's future through a telescope? I should severly doubt it!

But what do they do? They fucking make stupid predictions they can't base on facts, which they don't have in the first place, but they go, hey, we're analysts, we can do that! And there goes my money.

Now you may say I'm stupid myself to invest in the first place. Maybe. But then, check your portfolio before you make assumptions about me.

Well, fuck, it cost me money. But I intend to get it back. Someday. I might just find somebody who pays cash for a couple of mangled, tortured, downright killed analysts...