Bitcoin is going to RALLY so VIOLENTLY that Greg from three doors down walks over holding the leaf blower he financed at 26.99 percent APR to ask you, with genuine curiosity, what a satoshi is. So violently that the HOA letter about your mailbox color arrives and you frame... it. So violently that the guy who called it tulips in 2017 opens every sentence at the block party with "well, I always said the technology itself was interesting." So violently that your Target Date 2055 fund, which parked 41 percent of your one life in bonds because an actuary in Malvern decided you were fragile, finally gets to rest. So violently that Applebee's 2 for $25 becomes a story you tell your grandchildren and they assume you are describing a prison. So violently that men in their forties feel something real in the Menards rebate aisle and have to sit in the truck for a minute with the engine off. So violently that someone laughs out loud in the Q3 all hands when they say "we're like a family here," and instead of getting fired he becomes the CEO. So violently that the $7,400 deductible your employer calls a High Deductible Health Plan With A Savings Component gets cleared in the time it takes to microwave a Hot Pocket. So violently that your brother in law, who has explained blockchain to you at four consecutive Thanksgivings while holding a Coors Light and getting it wrong in a new way each time, texts you at 2:14 a.m. asking how Coinbase works. So violently that the entire Stanley tumbler economy vaporizes in a single afternoon and the resale market moves to eBay, where it belongs. So violently that the boomer who bought his house in 1987 for $61,000 and calls you entitled becomes extremely interested in what exactly it is you do for work. So violently that "just 11 more years and I retire at 67" dissolves into the air alongside the Wells Fargo $12 monthly maintenance fee, which they waive if you maintain a $1,500 average daily balance, a sentence 1 human wrote and 7 humans approved. So violently that the 78 month auto loan joins leeches and the draft in the museum of things we agreed to when we were confused. So violently that Chase mails you a pre-approved Sapphire offer and you use it as a coaster in a house you own outright. The middle class was always a payment plan with a lifestyle stapled to the front. You read the prepayment clause. It was blank. Stay humble. Stack sats.show more

Adam Livingston

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