/biz/ - Business & Finance

>>53688695
The edging isn't my doing. I'm chained to the bed naked and a red-headed dominatrix is stroking me at a pace just below the climax threshhold. It's going to happen, and it could be any day and I have no chance of knowing when, but each day it isn't is another shit day spent in this shit world I have to wade through. Just another cruel stroke keeping me riding without release. The knowledge that not only can it happen, but the fact that it will happen, is what's so frustrating. I know I'm going to be filthy rich. I know the people responsible for the world's sorry state are going to be finished. I know that I and many others will use that wealth to make the world a better place. But I can't. I'm stuck sitting here twiddling my fingers, unable to do any of it and instead forced to work to pay my existance tax for yet another day. The entire time these horrible people are out there. Eating extravagent dinners in their million dollar mansions fucking a toddler while they rest and pat themselves on the back after a long hard day of making a billion dollars and everyone else just a little more miserable and hopeless.

And then I see Ryan, this cunt. This absolute jizz gargler sitting their in his big cozy house, with his faggot dog and this giant smug shit eating grin on his fucking face. So goddamn satisfied with himself. Winking at the camera about his stupid emoji post like he's Sherlock Holmes. All while he watches these hedge fund absolutely rape his stock, while his shareholders hold his fucking company afloat on their backs and the world slowly collapses around him.

I ain't selling. GME is my one chance to change things. A thread of light in the dark I will grip until my knuckles are white. I don't care if it takes 20 years and I have to register the entire float myself. But it doesn't mean I have to like it.