[Copypasta] Jim Cramer responds to GameStop apes on Twitter

But you know what? I miss the good people whom i used to interact before these pathetic parodies of human minds ascended from the gates of hell. Well, now that i know they are going broke and just care about Gamestop and pump and dump schemes I will end their tyranny. NOW
September 2021

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Mitch is the type of dude who...

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Am I The Asshole for not being able to trade options for my dad? I’m 6.

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September 2021

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