Periel del Roble

Emerging Markets Veteran | Ex-Lehman, CSFB & Merrill (EM FI Trader) | Haas | Family Office

Power • AI Infrastructure • Global Alpha Hunter

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

Because those billions in government waste and improper payments were discovered by Elon Musk and his team, findings that have embarrassed and angered many in Congress. They continue attacking him for exposing inefficiencies and questioning how some members became unusually wealthy on public salaries. Elon will keep on building regardless. In 10 years, AOC and Bernie will likely still be delivering delusional lies from podiums, while Elon pushes humanity toward Mars and beyond without depending on Washington bureaucrats

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

@bitcloud What passes for “the left” in the West has always been a parasitic entourage driven by resentment born of entitlement, arrogance, staggering self-unawareness, rank hypocrisy, and, most damning of all, a complete absence of work ethic and any meaningful sense of purpose

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

The 48th President of the USA 🇺🇸 has spoken. Masterclass.

[Jose Miguel @jpgechele]

El mejor video sobre la cultura americana, dicho por un político estadounidense, conservador y con raíces hispanas 🇺🇸🫡

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

When $META falls further behind, and the ship is truly on fire, they’ll be asking themselves how they ever handed the Chief AI Officer role to Alexandr Wang.
Meta was once known as a place where people bonded around a shared mission. When you replace that with factions trying to extinguish each other, the company starts to rot founder led or not. You’ve lost control.

[zerohedge @zerohedge]

"Tell Him He's A Piece Of Shit": Employee Hijacks Meta Meeting In AI Revolt https://t.co/0rh5Sbmquw

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

@ClawForThatInch Beautiful writing. From the heart, honest and with historical context 🫡 💪 🇺🇸 🇦🇷⚽️

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

Back in 1975 Bilardo, Argentina’s coach champion in 1986 predicted the future of football ⚽️was Africa “ because kids played every where, in the streets and fields, like used to be in Europe or Buenos Aires back in the day” very true. We grew up playing football ⚽️ in the streets, shooting penalties using trees as goals, between cars passing by. No field w grass would keep its grass for more than a day back in the 70s in Argentina 🇦🇷 neither schools would keep its glass windows for long.

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

Imagine you had a brain Amy? What would you do w it? Even if you had a second chance you would end up a liberal in Vermont trying to confiscate maple syrup and lobsters from farmers and fishermen. Woke liberals are condemned to repeat their miserable existence over and over again.

[Amy Siskind 🏳️‍🌈🇺🇸 @Amy_Siskind]

Imagine if Elon Musk did something to benefit others with his trillion.

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

As an American, I can tell you we’re often geographically and historically isolated from much of the world.
While only a small percentage of us hold passports, international travel is usually limited, many first trips are just across the border to Tijuana or Cancun.
Case in point, back in 2010, during negotiations for the sale of a European bank, eight Bank of America executives flew in from Charlotte, North Carolina. Only one had ever been outside the U.S. before.
You can imagine who came out ahead at that table. 😎

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

The spirit of the World Cup, particularly in the group stage, remains unmatched, a beautiful explosion of camaraderie, joy, and shared human connection.

[The Footy Feed @TheFootyFeed]

Remember the Air bnb the Scotland fans moved into overnight? The neighbours have put on a barbecue for them this afternoon before their big game later this evening.

This is what it’s about 👏👏

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

🙌

[Marc Andreessen 🇺🇸 @pmarca]

If, when you say regulation, you mean the dead and clammy hand of the commissar—the gentleman who has never in his life built a single thing, drafting rules to govern a thing he cannot define, to be enforced by men who cannot read them; if you mean the form in triplicate, the impact assessment upon the impact assessment, the compliance officer who breeds, in the warm dark of the org chart, further compliance officers unto the third and fourth generation; if you mean the moat—the deep cold moat that the giant digs around his own castle and christens, with a perfectly straight face, public safety—the drawbridge he hauls up behind himself the very instant he is across, lest any hungrier and hungrier man should follow; if you mean the precautionary principle, which, had it governed our grandfathers, would have banned the wheel pending further study of the hill, and left us yet shivering and raw in the mouth of the cave, blessing its excellent ventilation; if you mean the European disease—that magnificent open-air museum of a continent, which produces in our time precisely two things in great abundance, and they are regulation, and the eloquent and well-footnoted regret of cultivated men explaining at length why they have produced nothing else; if you mean the license required to think, the permission slip for honest arithmetic, the king’s wax stamp pressed upon the forehead of every new idea before it may draw its first breath; if you mean the agency dispatched, with trumpets, to slay a single dragon, which arrives at the cave, surveys the accommodations, and moves in—and spends the ensuing century laying eggs and devouring the very villagers it was sworn to defend; if you mean the startup that perishes not of the market’s honest verdict but of the filing fee, the genius decamping by the next tide to a freer and warmer shore; if you mean the law that arrives, faithful as the swallows, exactly one whole epoch too late—helmeted, plumed, and magnificently armed—to regulate the stagecoach—then certainly, my friends, I am against it.

But—but, my friends—if, when you say regulation, you mean instead the humble steel guardrail upon the mountain road at midnight, the very thing you curse on the easy days and bless on your knees the one night the fog comes down; if you mean the brakes—for it is the brakes, and not the engine alone, that permit a sane man to drive fast and yet arrive alive—and the buttress, without which no cathedral was ever flung so high, but only in spite of which, but because of which; if you mean the meat inspector, who is the single homely reason a man may eat a sausage in this republic without first composing his last will and testament; if you mean the firebreak cut clean through the forest before the dry season of the burning, the smallpox cordon, the buoy that marks the channel, the rule of the road that lets ten thousand strangers hurtle past one another in the dark at fearful speed and arrive, by its quiet grace, every one of them home; if you mean the honest scale and the true weight, the reason a pound is a pound and a dollar a dollar from Natchez to Nome; if you mean the firm and decent wall between the counterfeit voice and the widow’s bank account, between the deepfaked candidate and the ballot box on the eve of the vote, between the loosed and loveless machine and the schoolyard it neither knows nor pities; if you mean the simple plank of law that says the strong shall not, in the gray dawn, feed the weak quietly into the furnace and sell the rising smoke as progress; if you mean, in the end, the one slender thread of trust without which no citizen will ever dare to use the marvelous thing at all—for where there is no rule there is no trust, and where there is no trust there is no commerce, and a miracle that no man dares to touch is no miracle, but only a handsome and expensive ghost—then certainly I am for it.

This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise one inch of it.

[Marc Andreessen 🇺🇸 @pmarca]

If, when you say regulation, you mean the dead and clammy hand of the commissar—the gentleman who has never in his life built a single thing, drafting rules to govern a thing he cannot define, to be enforced by men who cannot read them; if you mean the form in triplicate, the impact assessment upon the impact assessment, the compliance officer who breeds, in the warm dark of the org chart, further compliance officers unto the third and fourth generation; if you mean the moat—the deep cold moat that the giant digs around his own castle and christens, with a perfectly straight face, public safety—the drawbridge he hauls up behind himself the very instant he is across, lest any hungrier and hungrier man should follow; if you mean the precautionary principle, which, had it governed our grandfathers, would have banned the wheel pending further study of the hill, and left us yet shivering and raw in the mouth of the cave, blessing its excellent ventilation; if you mean the European disease—that magnificent open-air museum of a continent, which produces in our time precisely two things in great abundance, and they are regulation, and the eloquent and well-footnoted regret of cultivated men explaining at length why they have produced nothing else; if you mean the license required to think, the permission slip for honest arithmetic, the king’s wax stamp pressed upon the forehead of every new idea before it may draw its first breath; if you mean the agency dispatched, with trumpets, to slay a single dragon, which arrives at the cave, surveys the accommodations, and moves in—and spends the ensuing century laying eggs and devouring the very villagers it was sworn to defend; if you mean the startup that perishes not of the market’s honest verdict but of the filing fee, the genius decamping by the next tide to a freer and warmer shore; if you mean the law that arrives, faithful as the swallows, exactly one whole epoch too late—helmeted, plumed, and magnificently armed—to regulate the stagecoach—then certainly, my friends, I am against it.

But—but, my friends—if, when you say regulation, you mean instead the humble steel guardrail upon the mountain road at midnight, the very thing you curse on the easy days and bless on your knees the one night the fog comes down; if you mean the brakes—for it is the brakes, and not the engine alone, that permit a sane man to drive fast and yet arrive alive—and the buttress, without which no cathedral was ever flung so high, but only in spite of which, but because of which; if you mean the meat inspector, who is the single homely reason a man may eat a sausage in this republic without first composing his last will and testament; if you mean the firebreak cut clean through the forest before the dry season of the burning, the smallpox cordon, the buoy that marks the channel, the rule of the road that lets ten thousand strangers hurtle past one another in the dark at fearful speed and arrive, by its quiet grace, every one of them home; if you mean the honest scale and the true weight, the reason a pound is a pound and a dollar a dollar from Natchez to Nome; if you mean the firm and decent wall between the counterfeit voice and the widow’s bank account, between the deepfaked candidate and the ballot box on the eve of the vote, between the loosed and loveless machine and the schoolyard it neither knows nor pities; if you mean the simple plank of law that says the strong shall not, in the gray dawn, feed the weak quietly into the furnace and sell the rising smoke as progress; if you mean, in the end, the one slender thread of trust without which no citizen will ever dare to use the marvelous thing at all—for where there is no rule there is no trust, and where there is no trust there is no commerce, and a miracle that no man dares to touch is no miracle, but only a handsome and expensive ghost—then certainly I am for it.

This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise one inch of it.

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

Drifter Alfred out there watching baseball in a suite while the World Cup is happening, peak out-of-sync out-of-touch behavior, exactly like his investing calls.

[Mike Alfred @mikealfred]

Got to our suite early for tonight’s A’s vs Rockies game. Go A’s!

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

A modern-day Michael Corleone with an MIT education.
Instead of casinos in Vegas and Havana, she built a sophisticated online platform where people can bet on almost anything 24/7 — and it is celebrated for it. How times change.
Vito was right: “Just wasn’t enough time, Michael.”
Had it been 2026, it would already be fully legitimate. The visionaries Corleones opened the path for today’s Kalshi and Polymarket.

[Bloomberg @business]

Kalshi co-founder Luana Lopes Lara is a self-made billionaire with a singular focus: allowing people to bet on almost anything. Read more: https://t.co/Mf99L45WV8

📷️: Isabelle Zhao/Bloomberg

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

😂🎯

[Juan Manuel D'Angelo @futboltrotters]

En Ancelotti conviven todos los estereotipos italianos. Tranquilamente puede ser un modisto de alta costura, el dueño de una escudería de F1, un eurodiputado de extrema derecha, un viejo galán de cine de los 80's o el consigliere de un capo de la 'Ndrangheta.

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

The 2026 World Cup in the USA 🇺🇸 is going to surpass the one in 1994 by a mile! Great host and great fans.

[Barstool Sports @barstoolsports]

The vibes couldn’t be more immaculate in America right now

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

Hakimi is a gentleman and world-class ⚽️player.

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

Indeed 🎯

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

@aleabitoreddit Retail trading and stock market participation in Latin America’s biggest economies, Mexico, Brazil, and Argentina remains very low compared to developed markets

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

@GavinSBaker Ad astra et ultra 🪐

[Periel del Roble @PerielCapital]

It may end being that at the end as @leopoldasch predicted back in 2024.

[Honestly with Bari Weiss @thehonestlypod]

Marc Andreessen (@pmarca) says he attended “absolutely horrifying” meetings where Biden’s government vowed to take “complete control” over AI technology:

“They basically said AI is going to be a game of 2 or 3 big companies working closely with the government… We’re going to protect them from competition, control them, and dictate what they do.”

When Marc countered that this would be impossible—the math behind AI is taught everywhere—they responded, “During the Cold War, we classified entire areas of physics and took them out of the research community—entire branches of physics went dark and didn’t proceed. If we decide we need to, we’re going to do the same thing to the math underneath AI.”

Listen to his full interview with @BariWeiss: https://t.co/ZEDDA0ojyw