You stupid dog—leeks still haven’t figured out their direction even now. What you’re supposed to do is trade the right market—right? And what you’ve got to do is how to prevent yourself from getting harvested by the big players. I’ve truly had it with this: if a guillotine can’t bring the price down, then you all—every single one of you—piled into short orders. Just wait—if that upward needle doesn’t pierce you all to death, then I won’t believe it.