In celebrating the white paper I write:
Ode to the Federal Reserve
Oh, Federal Reserve, you wizards of cash,
With your magic machine and unlimited stash! You print and you print like there's no end in sight, Creating new dollars each day and each night.
You fund all our wars with that almighty press, While the rest of us peasants clean up the mess. Inflation, you say, is "under control," But my paycheck’s a joke and my savings a hole.
Thanks for the poverty, debt, and despair,
For wealth gaps that grow and for endless warfare. Oh, masters of money, so noble, so wise, The poverty you spread is your truest prize, fortunately Bitcoin will be your demize.
