I’m telling you, my brother—this bunch of retail scumbag scalpers, every day you’re just sitting there watching the news, waiting for some good catalyst. The ALCH chart is almost been scraped bald by those dog market-makers! At 0.0565, this is pure capital tug-of-war. Inside, those dog market-makers are trading insults—calling each other “SB”—while the retail crowd can’t even hold onto it for a second. I’ve been staring at the K-line for half a day—this shakeout has been brutal enough, and the volume’s shrunk up like a woman’s, like it’s embarrassing. It’s clearly the darkness before dawn. If you don’t dare to move in, I’ll take the lead and set up the ambush—don’t go crying when it pumps. The entry level is right here; you figure it out yourself.