Imagine still sniffing around Musk’s rent-seeking zoo while sovereignty lives on Nostr.

Your pension is smoke. My private key is fire.

Thirty years of “risk-free yield.” Now it’s thirty years of guaranteed poverty. Your coupon payments can’t buy a coffee. Congratulations, bond geniuses.

You laughed when I said gold was money. You mocked when I said Bitcoin was harder. Now you can’t afford either. I told you so.