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I don’t watch much television, but I have come to the conclusion that Cramer is just too fucking weird. It seems to me like all of the other guys and gals you see on TV with him have their little foibles and idiosyncrasies, but he takes it too far—way too far. You see him hopping around your television screen, making all those spasmodic gestures. He’s loud and makes faces and just seems to try to be dramatic.
No, I’m not talking about Michael Richards on Seinfeld. Hell, he’s fucking great. He’s one of my favorites. If he ran for President, I’d vote for him, even knowing he would get himself in trouble with all sorts of madcap schemes. I have absolutely no problem with him.
The one I’m talking about is James Cramer on CNBC. I watched about three minutes of Mad Money the other night and I had to turn it off. Holy Shit! Hold it down! Why is it necessary to shout all the time? Why is it necessary to scream your fucking head off when you tell us about a stock? Sure, I like to slide some money into the pot as much as the next man and I like to have a little professional knowledge about the market or the particular equity I’m about to get married to. There’s no doubt that Cramer knows a thing or two about the market and his advise is probably good, but Goddamn, man, can’t you do it parva voce?
You know, when he was the guest commentator on Squawk Box, he got a little carried away, but Mark Haines would lasso him in, so I could stand to watch him back then. Also, he seemed to be a progressive thinker and some of the things he said made sense. Then when they matched him up with Lawrence Kudlow on Kudlow and Cramer, I figured he would be a good balance to that relic of the Nixon administration. Next thing I know the two of them are both chanting the same mantra, and then slapping high fives. Cramer became just another conservative yelling his fucking head off so anyone else couldn’t be heard. Fuck, if I wanted to hear that, I’d just listen to right-wing radio. I finally had enough of them when they started doing that fist thing the brothers do down at the schoolyard. I thought, shit, you motherfuckers are too old and too white to be doing that. I was just glad Nixon wasn’t still alive to see it.
Anyway, the great thing about America is that we have that little button on the remote and when we see something that disgusts us, we can hit that button until something less disgusting is being displayed on the screen. You can fucking bet that I’ll always be quick to hit that button when I see James Cramer’s face.
Or my name isn’t Dick Clinch.
No, I’m not talking about Michael Richards on Seinfeld. Hell, he’s fucking great. He’s one of my favorites. If he ran for President, I’d vote for him, even knowing he would get himself in trouble with all sorts of madcap schemes. I have absolutely no problem with him.
The one I’m talking about is James Cramer on CNBC. I watched about three minutes of Mad Money the other night and I had to turn it off. Holy Shit! Hold it down! Why is it necessary to shout all the time? Why is it necessary to scream your fucking head off when you tell us about a stock? Sure, I like to slide some money into the pot as much as the next man and I like to have a little professional knowledge about the market or the particular equity I’m about to get married to. There’s no doubt that Cramer knows a thing or two about the market and his advise is probably good, but Goddamn, man, can’t you do it parva voce?
You know, when he was the guest commentator on Squawk Box, he got a little carried away, but Mark Haines would lasso him in, so I could stand to watch him back then. Also, he seemed to be a progressive thinker and some of the things he said made sense. Then when they matched him up with Lawrence Kudlow on Kudlow and Cramer, I figured he would be a good balance to that relic of the Nixon administration. Next thing I know the two of them are both chanting the same mantra, and then slapping high fives. Cramer became just another conservative yelling his fucking head off so anyone else couldn’t be heard. Fuck, if I wanted to hear that, I’d just listen to right-wing radio. I finally had enough of them when they started doing that fist thing the brothers do down at the schoolyard. I thought, shit, you motherfuckers are too old and too white to be doing that. I was just glad Nixon wasn’t still alive to see it.
Anyway, the great thing about America is that we have that little button on the remote and when we see something that disgusts us, we can hit that button until something less disgusting is being displayed on the screen. You can fucking bet that I’ll always be quick to hit that button when I see James Cramer’s face.
Or my name isn’t Dick Clinch.
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