"Don't wrestle with pigs. You both get dirty, and the pigs like it." --Mark Twain
Essentially, that is what the ZNGA board is, one huge pig sty. Many rolled about happily in the stench before succumbing, and were hence trampled upon by the masses above. It amazes me to know end that few of the ZNGA longs took notice of the fate of their fellows. They are blinded by the persistence of a perennial hard on and the associated caviar wet dream. That is the very nature of unbridled greed. Hope springs eternal, but yet is delusional. Hard numbers must be ignored of necessity, because there are none. Can someone please describe the current lineup of "products" from the 2000 plus employees of the ZNGA Brain Trust? It is a farce, and laughable. Lost in this scenario, is a number of the smart big piggies, the chosen piggies so to speak, already scraped off the mierda, washed up a bit, and now reside in Pacific Heights. They bankrolled on this thunderous herd of swine. No one should trade this scam who is not intimately familiar with George Orwell's "Animal Farm." Yes, there is a certain perverse attraction to female mud wrestling, but this cesspool is 98% men, the chronic speculators.
"The persistence of this illusion is astonishing. Many pursue it to the gates of insanity, financial insolvency, and death."
---from The Speculator's Bible by Bill W.; Chapter 3---How It Doesn't Work