USA The editor of the Whale Street Journal got in touch. Told me he valued my opinion and wanted to commission an article. “Cool” I thought.
Then he tells me I have 200 words. Two. Hundred. Words. What the fuck?!? That’s not an article, that’s barely a tweet. Normally I need at least 5,000 words to explain why Jay Powell is a bartender serving tequila shots of liquidity, why the BOJ is a blackjack dealer running a rigged table, and why your Bitcoin is the only life raft on this sinking Titanic of fiat.
But fine. If the Whale Street Journal insists on brevity, here it is:
The world is awash in debt. Governments print, banks wobble, and every time the system hiccups, central bankers dump more heroin into the veins of capital markets. That heroin has a name: cheap money. The comedown always hurts, but the highs get shorter and the doses bigger.
Bitcoin doesn’t care. Ethereum doesn’t care. DeFi doesn’t care. They’re not waiting for your permission, they’re already writing the obituary for the bond market and chiseling it into digital stone. If you want a strategy, it’s simple: accumulate, hold, and wait while the old system implodes under its own bloated weight.
