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Hermitanio
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$BTC
This week Bitcoin did what it does best: scare people.
On Sunday it opened at 73k, all chill, like saying "relax, this is just a breather." By Wednesday it was down to 60k and your uncle, who invested without knowing what it was, sent you 8 three-minute voice notes looking like a funeral. Historic drop, end of Bitcoin, sell everything, get a fixed-term deposit... the full Argentine panic combo.
On Saturday it closed at 63.5k and magically everyone was smiling again. "We’re back," they say. Dude, you're still 50% down from the 126k in October. That’s not coming back; it’s like falling from the 20th floor, bouncing on the 10th, and celebrating that you didn’t hit rock bottom.
And you know why it dropped? Because Michael Saylor sold 32 BTC. Yeah, 32. The guy has 845k. He sold 0.0038% of his stack. It’s like having an Olympic swimming pool and taking out a glass of water... and the whole block runs out screaming "the pool dried up!".
But of course, Saylor spent years saying "never sell Bitcoin" with a look like an evangelical pastor. He made that his brand. So when he sells 32 coins, the market gets offended. Not for the 2.5 million dollars. But for the betrayal of the story. It's like your vegan friend secretly eating a burger. The problem isn’t the meat; it’s the lie.
Bitcoin didn’t drop because of 32 coins. It dropped because the narrative popped for 2 seconds. And when the narrative pops, people sell even if they don’t understand why. They buy back anyway, but first, they have to make a scene.
Moral of the week: if you freak out because Saylor sold less BTC than you spend on gas in a month, then Bitcoin isn’t for you. Bitcoin is for those who can handle the jokes, the drops, the memes, and the aunt sending voice notes... and still stick around.
See you at 38k or 126k. But we’ll see each other. And in the meantime, buy some alfajores with what you save from panic attacks.#TrumpSharesIranDealClaim
This week Bitcoin did what it does best: scare people.
On Sunday it opened at 73k, all chill, like saying "relax, this is just a breather." By Wednesday it was down to 60k and your uncle, who invested without knowing what it was, sent you 8 three-minute voice notes looking like a funeral. Historic drop, end of Bitcoin, sell everything, get a fixed-term deposit... the full Argentine panic combo.
On Saturday it closed at 63.5k and magically everyone was smiling again. "We’re back," they say. Dude, you're still 50% down from the 126k in October. That’s not coming back; it’s like falling from the 20th floor, bouncing on the 10th, and celebrating that you didn’t hit rock bottom.
And you know why it dropped? Because Michael Saylor sold 32 BTC. Yeah, 32. The guy has 845k. He sold 0.0038% of his stack. It’s like having an Olympic swimming pool and taking out a glass of water... and the whole block runs out screaming "the pool dried up!".
But of course, Saylor spent years saying "never sell Bitcoin" with a look like an evangelical pastor. He made that his brand. So when he sells 32 coins, the market gets offended. Not for the 2.5 million dollars. But for the betrayal of the story. It's like your vegan friend secretly eating a burger. The problem isn’t the meat; it’s the lie.
Bitcoin didn’t drop because of 32 coins. It dropped because the narrative popped for 2 seconds. And when the narrative pops, people sell even if they don’t understand why. They buy back anyway, but first, they have to make a scene.
Moral of the week: if you freak out because Saylor sold less BTC than you spend on gas in a month, then Bitcoin isn’t for you. Bitcoin is for those who can handle the jokes, the drops, the memes, and the aunt sending voice notes... and still stick around.
See you at 38k or 126k. But we’ll see each other. And in the meantime, buy some alfajores with what you save from panic attacks.#TrumpSharesIranDealClaim
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