"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.

Solana?
It’s Sparta—an underdog warrior-state, fast, efficient, brutal. Solana doesn’t care for the old rules. It doesn’t care for decentralization purity tests. And now it’s hosting $TRUMP, the most brazen psyop of our time. The network thrives on the chaos, thriving as a hyper-optimized battleground for degens. It welcomes the smoke and mirrors, the infighting, the accusations of centralization. The coins pump, the validators validate, and the narrative shifts in its favor. Solana is laughing as it prints its own empire in real-time.