First off, lets summarize the advice of the assocoiates that habitate the box known as JD Nicholas. Their recommendations come in at a close second just behind the debacle of 1898 when Bayer began marketing heroin as a non addictive cough suppressant.
Judging by the cold call recommendations of some of these half mongoloid, half vicodin riddled globs of fecal matter they call brokers, I can only begin to assume what kind of absolute cretin calls himself the "owner". I can almost see him now, shoving his head up his own a*s only to see if he is actually capable of seeing out of his own mouth again. Trust me when I tell you, you would have a better chance of shoving a handful of alphabets up a newborn cockerspaniels anus and dropping it from the trade center (R.I.P) onto the cold street below, only to take the first 3 alphabets you find and use them to make a ticker symbol for which you will invest your slightly autistic childs future day care fund (lets face it, he isnt going to college) into and just hope for the best.
At the end of the day these guys are the worst of the worst. The famous line one of the owners uses is "if this does not work out, I will go down on myself" so very, very classy if I say so myself. Now I can only assume that unless this guy has had his 3 lower ribs removed, he most likely owes himself a years worth of BJ's. They claim to be second in the country as far as trading goes, and the only thing they are actually second in the country is collectively having the WORST looking female counterparts you could shove in a phonebooth. At which point I would push it off the aformentioned trade center (R.I.P). But hey, I will let you future millionaire investors of JD Ridiculous be the judges.