spacex retail investor rocket dance elon lube

spacex is going to make every retail investor do the rocket dance and elon will personally charge us for the lube. these absolute wealth-draining wall street scum have built the most evil money machine ever and sold it as an IPO. every dollar you've saved, every sleepless night, every time you skipped buying good toilet paper for three bucks, it's all being sucked up into elon's pocket and launched into space while we're left naked and crying like abandoned golden retrievers in a thunderstorm. south korea had such a rough day their stock market went into a panic and needed a 20-minute break down 8%. circuit breaker. samsung execs are in a room crying and holding worry beads while sk hynix investors vomit into their own accounts. they saw america's chip stock massacre and said "we want to die faster." and here i am again in the casino. i've been here for six hours. i'm crying in the bathroom between trades, redoing my eyeliner, telling myself this next option is different. it's not. it's never different. the dealer knows my name. the cocktail waitress knows my expiry date. i gave her worthless nvda calls and she took them out of pity. the fed is raising rates. yields are at 5%. my portfolio is a mess. i bought the dip on friday like a crazy golden retriever and would do it again because i've learned nothing and i'm genuinely unwell. i'm not a trader. i'm a sentient gas station sushi decision that opened a brokerage account. fuck the bulls. fuck every one of them. i hope they step on condoms barefoot in the dark on their way to cashing out their gains.