I bought Bitcoin in 2017 because some kid on a forum said it would make bankers obsolete. Ten years later, my welder’s pension is still paid in rubles that buy less each February, and the only people getting rich are the ones who sold the dream. Crypto promised freedom, but all it delivered was a new kind of casino — rigged the same way, just with better graphics. I don’t trust promises that come with no calluses on the hands. The blockchain won’t grow potatoes, won’t fix the roof when the snow comes down. But still, some nights, I check the price. Habit more than hope.
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