Dumb. And statistically unsophisticated

I’m listening to Depeche Mode on my headphones at volume. Old school eighties. Not that I listened to anything like this in the ‘actual’ eighties. My old man whose patriarchal tendencies monopolized the airways in our domicile would only allow the music of dead Teutonic composers cira 1790 and my mother was (by that stage) musically agnostic. Or subservient. I can’t decide what adjective is more accurate. Which is quite sad I decide because she had quite a lot of ‘cool’ stuff tucked away on vinyl. Simon and Garfunkle, Beach boys, Fleetwood Mac, which I feel would have made for a superior upbringing. As opposed to all the Sturm und Drang that got infused into my DNA through acoustic violence.

The BOE (bank of England) raised rates so all my charts look… eh… a little foamy at the moment and its starting to feeling like a bit of non-day. I don’t have any open positions to manage and I’ve learned the hard way about ‘catching falling knives’ and other market maxims.

Actually my weeks been mostly like this and I’ve only taken two trades. Its one of the things about trading most people don’t appreciate; it is soooo fucking boring. 90% of the time you are (or should be) sitting on your hands… which in of itself creates other problems. You either have your stress levels dialed up to eleven. Or you find yourself, mid-drool, having to yank yourself off the straight line of brain-death at the last minute.

‘I try and mitigate the downtime with constructive self-improvement’, he lies.

I build Lego. Or clack away on journal or my blog. Or… more recently, take a deep dive into the upside down. (from whence you may not return)

Truth be told I’ve never much been into ‘conspiracy theory’. Or non-mainstream narratives. Vaccines are a good thing. mRNA is probably fine. GMO’s and pesticides feed the planet. Robert F. Kennedy Jr. is a kook. The world is not run by a secret-cult-of-lizard-pedophiles.

That was last week. (Enter stage left JRE-RFKjr)

This week I’m somewhere on the Fox Mulder – Alex Jones spectrum. (see what I did there, har har).

‘I don’t want to say it was Aliens. But it was Aliens’ on the one end and ‘The tap water is turning the frogs gay’ on the other.

Old me regards new me with a raised eyebrow and then rolls his eyes. ‘You just want to be on the fringe Joey’.

Which is probably a fair (and accurate) accusation.

Apparently getting Dr Hoetz to debate Robert F. Kennedy jr would be like debating a holocaust denier. Whats next “Neil deGrasse Tyson debates Alex Jones on astrophysics? Noam Chomsky debates Lauren Boebert on Cartesian linguistics?”

I’d watch Noam Chomsky debate Lauren Boebert I decide. But I think I’d prefer watching them fight. With Cudgels. To the death! (I can’t stand either of them)

As an aside Neil deGrasse Tyson tried debating a prominent anti-vaxxer not so long ago. Filled with hubris I imagine Neil figured this would be an easy win (for science)… but got so unbelievably OWNED I actually felt bad for him. Google it. If you like (or liked) Neil deGrasse Tyson this will hurt you.

And so here we are.

How to be an elitist prig. He does have a point though, I am pretty stupid.

But… having said that… Joe Rogans audience is so insanely large that it likely falls under a completely normal distribution. (And while I’m not 100% certain, I think Nassim Taleb might not completely understand how statistics works)

‘If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough’.

An Albertism of which I am obviously a fan of. I’m one of those people who needs everything broken down Barney-style for them. Saying I must just believe the experts in a field doesn’t sit well with me. Especially when the experts are funded by big Pharma (who don’t exactly have the greatest ethical track record). Money complicates everything.

In any event. RFK jr for president. (this is where I’m at now)