"Trumpenkrieg: Memecoins of the End Times, or the Psychedelic Death of Empire"

The timeline fractures; reality itself feels like a sharded chain on the brink of a network-wide reorg. Trump, the self-proclaimed god-emperor of the most deranged empire since Caligula, has launched a Solana-based coin—$TRUMP—and the crypto world is set ablaze. Bitcoin maxis are frothing at the mouth, screaming “shitcoiners!” at anyone daring to touch the orange man's token. Their Copium reserves are running dry as they tweet endlessly about Bitcoin's "immaculate conception," while BTC itself trudges forward, weighed down by the chains of its ossified idealism.

Tricks with polynomials and Riemann-Roch spaces. Breaking into the platonic realm to pillage forbidden abstractions. Starknet grantee.

We, the schizoposters and shitlords, document this madness from the trenches. We see the psyops unfold, the factions clash, and the degens ape. The war for crypto’s soul is raging, and the stakes are clear: narrative dominance, memetic superiority, and bags heavier than Roman gold.

Milady.