Yeah. They got a new sound now. Not the sound of the siren, not the sound of the factory whistle dying in the night.
It’s the click-click of the trading screen. It’s the whisper of the Executive Order. It’s the sound of the whole damn system getting an upgrade.
They call it Digital Asset Freedom. But I’m just waiting for the invoice.
See, the man in the big house, he used to hate it. Called it a scam, something made of air. But then he saw the ticker go green, and suddenly, he found his religion.
He signs a paper called “Strengthening American Leadership,” and you think, Strength for who?
It’s a strength for the family, man. Strength for the brand.
You got the Trump Sons, playing daddy’s little oligarchs. They’re running a firm, World Liberty Financial. They own the lock, they own the key, they own sixty percent of the gate. And they get seventy-five cents of every dollar that rolls through.
They don’t call it graft. They call it “crypto-venture equity.”
They don’t call it a conflict. They call it “financial innovation.”
And the men in the White House, the ones with the briefcases and the quiet ties? They ain’t holding bonds, they ain’t holding gold. They got their own little digital nest eggs—up to two and a half million dollars, waiting for the boom.
And every time the President makes a speech, every time he tweets a policy, those coins jump.
It ain’t a stock market, baby. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, paid for by the people.
And then you got the other billionaire. The one who talks about Mars while he’s messing with Earth’s gravity.
Musk.
He doesn’t need to write the law; he just speaks it. He sends a twenty-eight-character blast into the digital void, and half a trillion dollars vanishes like smoke in a tenement window.
He says Bitcoin is good now. Because it’s built on “energy.” Something you can’t fake.
Man, that’s just the sound of the coal fire burning brighter. That’s the sound of the planet coughing up its lungs for another transaction ledger. It’s the old game in a new jacket: Find a finite resource, wrap it up in a brand, and call it “sound money” while the masses lose their shirts.
He’s selling you the future, but he’s charging you the price of the past.
And while all the digital gold rush is on, the dollar starts looking tired.
Economists are whispering, “The tariffs, the debt, the policy shuffle… it’s all making the dollar look weak.”
So you see the hustle, right? They weaken the old currency; they prop up the new.
They are devaluing the dollar with one hand, while they are getting rich on the crypto alternative with the other.
It’s a controlled demolition of the foundation, so they can sell you the penthouse suite on the roof.
And the last thing you need when you’re building a kingdom on quicksand is an honest cop.
So what does the man do? He signs another order.
And the Department of Justice? They get a memo.
Dismantle the NCET.
“No longer pursuing regulatory violations.”
They shut down the team built to chase the digital bank robbers. They drop the cases. They wave the white flag of surrender over the entire criminal enterprise.
They call it “Decreased Staff to Investigate.”
I call it a License to Steal.
The crypto-coup won’t be televised, baby. It’s happening on your phone. In the white papers and the wallets, and the executive orders.
They are building a reserve. A Strategic Digital Stockpile.
And they are filling it with the future, while they empty out your present.
The revolution will not be decentralized. It will be monetized.
And the only thing that’s truly “impossible to fake,” is the corruption.
Yeah. Just wait for the invoice. It’s coming.