/biz/ - Business & Finance

A weak sack of flesh destined to hodl a dead coin that never moons, it spends its pitiful brief life alone in his basement with nothing to keep him wealthy or safe than the cheapest most disposable hardware wallets. Perhaps the glow from red candlesticks keeps him warm at night. Me? As a servant of the bears, I enjoy all the leverage that Bitmex has to offer. Profit, it courses through my gains. The gifts of the bears will soon overtake me and one day I may even become a whale. What has the hodler to look forward to but a crab market and if he is lucky, he will feel nothing as my short sends his p n l to zero. He lives for a bankrupt prophecy and he shall join his prophet as bankrupt. I shall spare a half second to think of him and his kind. Then I shall only laugh. Hail BoBo!

Pity the wageslave

A weak sack of flesh destined to hodl a dead coin that never moons, it spends its pitiful, brief life, alone in his basement with nothing to keep him wealthy, or to keep him safe, than the cheapest, most disposable of wallets. Perhaps the glow from red candlesticks keeps him warm at night.