Don’t judge a book by its cover

Don’t judge a book by its cover.   Do you judge people based on the 1% of them that you can see? The skin covering, facial features or physical characteristics that make up a person’s body? Think about this for a minute. Ever hear the expression don’t judge a book by its cover? You should […]

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The Master Book List

My list of absolute must read books on Trading & Forex to help you become a Master Trader. You have heard me say it before. You do not need to pay someone thousands and thousands of dollars to teach you how to trade. You have also heard me talk about the folly and stupidity of […]

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How I Trade

How I trade my currency pairs for success and money   Let’s talk size. Position size, that is. I trade like a baby! This is how I do it…   I trade .05 lots when confidence is low. When I feel really confident I go to .10 lots. When I am madly in love I […]

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Are you a Real Trader?

What is a Real Trader? Are you one? Are you sure of this? A real trader is a buyer and seller of inventory. A real trader trades. They are not some lying, pansy “twenty something” with a year under their belt trying to go around duping everyone with lies on social media, selling courses or […]

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What is a True Friend?

What is a true friend? Nowadays we have fakers by the gazillions. Today we will talk about friends, friendships and relationships. Nowadays the world, especially teens and twenty-somethings, seem to have their faces buried in their cell phones all day long, like screen-stroking monkeys. This is how they communicate with their “friends”… but are they […]

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Peace, peace, but there is no peace

“Peace, peace, but there is no peace.”   For decades politicians and other world leaders told the people World Peace was an important goal. Many years have passed since then and not much has changed. It is a pleasure to have you come across my political article in which I will not only discuss the […]

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