Tether Owns 80,000 BTC and Still Wants Your Lunch Money 😜
Bitcoin squatted there like an old hound that refuses to fetch, stuck around one-hundred-and-fifteen thousand greenbacks-numbers big enough to make a Mississippi house look like a postage stamp. Farmers of yield, in ill-tailored suits and tie-less dreams, muttered interest-rate omens; the regulators from shiny towers doodled red tarantulas across any presumptive joy.
Yet Ardoino rode in anyway, tilted hat and toothpick pragmatism, swearin’ on his grandmother’s espresso machine that the coin would outlive the commissioners and the carnivorous banks alike.
And the people on the tweets, their knuckles white as desert chalk, just kept hammering thumbs-up, thumbs-down-symbols of affection or surrender, nobody could say.