Owning #Bitcoin is like walking out of a Walmart at 2 AM, looking at the fluorescent nightmare of America, and realizing this entire society is a collapsing circus tent held together with expired coupons and Xanax.
The dollar isn’t money anymore, it’s Ellen DeGeneres dancing in sneakers at 65, pretending she’s still fun while the stage burns around her.
It’s Satan in Dockers, running the Federal Reserve.
You’re financing a global Ponzi scheme where the prize is a TikTok dopamine hit and maybe, if you’re lucky, a $12 bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.
#Bitcoin is the only thing not designed by demons in a boardroom.
Every sat you own is an exorcism of this rotting empire of credit scores, antidepressants, and fake vegan chicken nuggets.
