RE: MASSIVE-PHARMA INTEREST IS REAL14 Dec 2025 09:03
📜 Oldsharedogs’ Sunday Sermon
Theme: The Nativity – as told by the Congregation of Speculators
Opening Words
Brethren, sisters, and bewildered shelf‑stackers, welcome to this most unconventional Nativity. Forget frankincense and myrrh – this is a tale of ticker tape, misplaced shelves, and lobsters in the manger.
The Gospel According to P140
And lo, P140 the Newborn was laid not in a manger, but in a basket of freshly printed share certificates. Each cry echoed through the forum, causing spreads to widen and traders to panic. Truly, this child was destined to move markets before he could walk.
The Heralds of Chaos
• Hallfbuttons, half‑dressed and half‑prepared, stumbled into Bethlehem, announcing the good news while still fumbling with his shirt.
• Gold Girl glittered like a bullion ETF, dazzling the crowd with promises of wealth that may or may not have been hedged.
• Popeye the Ship in the Desert arrived, stranded far from port, muttering “I yam what I yam” while searching for liquidity in the sand.
The Supporting Cast
• MSUK stacked shelves in the wrong order, ensuring Bethlehem’s corner shop sold milk before bread, jam before butter. Chaos reigned, but the congregation applauded the sheer commitment to inefficiency.
• Lordfolly danced beneath the starry night, twirling with such conviction that even the heavens paused to admire the folly.
• Tim & the BODs brought gifts – not gold, frankincense, or myrrh, but diluted shares, PowerPoint slides, and promises of jam tomorrow.
The Forgotten Ones
Meanwhile, OTM & Roger were left out in the wilderness, warming themselves on expired warrants and muttering about missed opportunities. Their cries of “We were here first!” echoed unanswered across the desert
The Lobster Revelation
And then, in a twist foretold by no prophet, Rookie1 the Third Lobster scuttled sideways into the manger scene. “Yes,” declared Oldsharedogs, “there really were three lobsters present at the birth of speculation.” The congregation gasped, then applauded, then ordered surf‑and‑turf.
Comic Parable: The Camel That Wouldn’t Sit Still
Bethlehem’s transport system collapsed when MSUK stacked camel saddles in the wrong order. Camels marched backwards into town, neighing like horses. Lordfolly twirled between them as if auditioning for Strictly Come Desert Dancing. Then Rookie1 climbed a hump, declared himself navigator, and led the caravan straight into the bakery where Hallfbuttons was still shouting, “This way to the newborn!” Glitter rained down courtesy of Gold Girl, turning the bakery into a disco manger.
Closing Blessing
May your portfolios be steadier than Hallfbuttons’ shirt, shinier than Gold Girl’s bullion, and less stranded than Popeye’s desert ship. May your shelves be stacked in the right order, your dances under the stars be joyful, and your lobsters plentiful.
Go forth, and trade in peace.
DOG BLESS YOU ALL
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