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On the Ethereum side of the battlefield, Vitalik has donned his Milady PFP, a signal to his inner cadre: “It’s wartime.” The Ethereum Foundation scrambles to patch the ship, but you can feel it—somewhere deep in the belly of the beast, the cold sweat of envy as BTC pumps, SOL rockets, and ETH… lags. The smug ETH is money narrative is wearing thin as the degens ask the unthinkable: What if we’re not the main character anymore? Farcaster types maintain their outward calm, but we see them for what they are: detached, autistic feminized wef soyboy monks in the temple of Vitalik, quietly coping as they watch SOL baggers make obscene gains. The cracks are showing, and one wonders: when will they ape? 0 reply
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X, the once-proud empire of Caesar is now a circus of clowns, with Elon at the helm, scattering edicts from Kyovashad's Cathedral of Light. X claims neutrality, yet it dabbles in every faction’s schemes, laughing and weeping as the algorithm shoves memes, psyops, and rage-bait into the veins of its users. The plebs chant “Doge,” the patricians whisper of shadowbans, and everyone seems to know that the glory days are long gone. X is a corpse animated by momentum, yet somehow, it still stirs the pot. 0 reply
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