I am thinking back to the first time the stock market jungle picked me up and slammed me down. Things were at a mini flashpoint at work. A problem turned up in the processing system for our department stores merchandise for women’s shoes. Arm waving and shouting is visible in the ticketing area and I am walking quickly toward it. Wrong pricing has gone onto a portion of the boxed merchandise and now all ticketing must halt until the mistakes are corrected. There is newspaper advertising due to hit the street tomorrow morning and this merchandise must be in the stores. I walk into a verbal firefight. The buyers and their assistants are angry. The conversation is ugly and profane. Like the pop, pop, pop, of gunfire. It happens somewhere in this vast process every day.
Amid acrimony and recriminations the corrections are made. The flow of goods resumes. I move away across the production floor, pick up the telephone in the center and hit the outside line. Amid the noise and activity, I dial a number that allows me to get live stock market quotations. It is the late 70’s and there are no electronic brokers. No E-trade’s, no Ameritrade’s. I use my stock broker to place buy and sell orders. The information is being relayed to me by a pleasant recorded female voice. My emotions are a mixture of excitement, disbelief, and kid on Christmas joy. I have just made $50,000 in the stock market.
I am pretty pleased with myself. I have that bullet proof feel. I call my broker and confidently tell him to sell and take the profit. The giddy feeling lasts long into the night. Emboldened by success I find another stock I like. Find it too quickly actually. The next day I call my broker and put the buy order in. I am playing the penny stocks and it seems easy. Later in the day when there is a break in the activity on the production floor I pick up a phone and call the stock quote number. This time rather than the noise and chatter of machines receding into insignificance alongside the great triumph of a large profit, they seem to get louder and more frenzied. I have lost $40,000 of the $50,000 I made the day before. A sinking sick feeling is taking hold. I call my broker and tell him to sell. By the time, he does I only have $8,000 of the original $50,000 remaining. I should be happy with an $8,000 profit, but I feel ill.
It was at this point in time that I began to think about creating a reliable, easy to use, investment system. I wanted one that was aggressive but also safe as humanly possible. Now thirty plus years later a prototype of the new system is operational and has been for 2 years. It is not perfect, but the results have been impressive.
The goal is to create an investment system that will produce significant profit percentages, consistently, year after year. Create a money machine. I understand that this sounds too good to be true. I fully realize that it sounds like a pipe dream. But it is real, and the profits are real, and this website was created to allow those who choose to become subscribers a front row seat to the excitement. An insider’s look at the continued testing and refinement of a stock market investment system that may in fact, be revolutionary.
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