I’m a stock analyst. That’s my title anyway. In reality, I push paper and delude people into thinking that my stock recommendations are the best around. I’ve done all this work, and I know what I’m talking about. Yeah, right. I just do what the Home Office directs me to do. And, in the process, I’m supposed to make money—not for me or my clients, but for them, the guys at the Home Office.
All of my fancy analysis comes from the weekly company newsletter. It lets me know which stocks are the hottest. I pass that information along to my clients as though I had been analyzing data for days. If I’m convincing enough, they buy the stock and we all make a little money. In short, I’m nothing more than a salesman. Continue reading