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Marty Bent, a gentleman of discerning mind, doth not subscribe to this tale of woe. In his Dec. 14 discourse, he acknowledged quantum computing’s menace-nay, a threat not solely to Bitcoin, but to all systems reliant upon modern cryptography-yet he refuted the notion that Bitcoin’s stewards ignore the matter. “Short answer is yes, it is a risk,” he declared, “But it’s not only a risk for Bitcoin. It’s a risk for any system that depends on cryptography for security.” A most reasonable sentiment, if we may say so. 😊

But hold your horses, cause it seems the pressure’s slackening. Buyers, or as I like to call ‘em, ‘accumulators,’ are now steppin’ in with more enthusiasm. This old-timer believes there’s a fair chance we might see a little bounce, maybe a recovery before the next big tumble comes.

Ah, the cryptocurrency world, where even the most robust networks can crumble under the weight of a single region’s… well, let’s call it a “strategic reorganization.” 🚨 The Bitcoin network’s total hashrate dropped by about 100 EH/s yesterday, an 8% decline, as roughly 400,000 mining rigs went offline following the closure of mining farms in Xinjiang, … Read more

Right. So, apparently people are now getting murdered for their Bitcoin. Honestly, it’s like, what did we even learn? 🙄 Spanish and Danish police have teamed up to dismantle a gang who decided kidnapping and…well, let’s just say things escalated…was a perfectly reasonable way to get their hands on some crypto. Because subtlety is so overrated.

In the shadowed corridors of power, where the flickering candle of reason barely illumines the labyrinth of human folly, the UK government, with a solemn face that conceals a tempest of doubt, announces its plan. By the year 2027, the cryptic world of digital treasure-those phantom coins and elusive tokens-shall be shackled under the watchful … Read more

It all started during the dust-up with old Peter Schiff – a man who thinks gold is the only real thing. Onstage, this Tintin character, affiliated with the Aster project, handed CZ a box. A heavy one. “Real fking heavy,” she chirped on the bird site. And folks, well, their imaginations took flight, didn’t they? Like tumbleweeds in a ghost town.