It pisses me off beyond belief that a few smug bastards in suits — politicians and central bank drones — can flap their gums and send bitcoin’s price into a goddamn nosedive. These people couldn’t trade their way out of a wet paper bag, yet the market still jumps like a whipped dog at their every syllable. One day, when the #bitcoin MC’s bloated and the bid stack looks like Everest, their voodoo won’t work anymore — just noise in the static. And then there’s #monero — quiet, stone-faced, not dancing to every politician’s wet fart of a headline. That should tell you all you need to know. Governments don’t give a damn about it — not yet, anyway. Because the only real weapon they’ve got to keep the plebs away from sound money is fear — turn it into a rollercoaster of volatility, make it look like a rigged casino where your paycheck goes to die. Keep them trembling, addicted, distracted — anything but free.
