The community, ever cheerful and optimistic, thought it was a bull parade, while a few skeptics merely shrugged and yawned. Broader trends? Just your typical bullish excitement wrapped in a shiny package. 🥳
Rumor has it, the ticker-brace yourselves-will be XRPC, because who doesn’t love some punk rock in finance? Once Nasdaq gives the thumbs-up and the waiting game plays out, expect the trading floor to go nuts. So far, the earnestly optimistic are eyeing a miracle date of November 13. But hey, with SEC and Nasdaq’s mood swings, don’t hold your breath-unless you like to meditate in line.
The incident in question involves the theft of 127,272 BTC from the LuBian Bitcoin mining pool in December 2020, a heist so colossal it could make a pirate weep. The Chinese National Computer Virus Emergency Response Center, ever the drama queens of the cyber world, suggests this was no mere criminal act but a “state-level hacker operation” orchestrated by the US. One can only imagine the US government’s response: “Oh, you mean that operation? We thought it was a prank!”
The coin, that beloved jester, broke under $0.1720 amid frantic volume-a full-blown sell-off during U.S. hours, testing the patience (or the stupidity) of long-term believers. Will it bounce back, or is this the end? Only the market knows, and it’s just laughing behind its hand. 🎭
Yes, behind the scenes, the cogs of crypto destiny are grinding away with all the efficiency of Jeeves polishing Bertie’s spats. Supply is vanishing faster than the caviar at a Lord’s cricket match, on-chain activity is fizzing like a shaken martini, and Ripple, bless its ledger-lined heart, is suddenly the talk of every hedge-fund chap between Park Avenue and Piccadilly.
Coinbase has officially swiped left on BVNK, ending what could’ve been crypto’s version of a Brangelina power couple (before the messy divorce, obviously).
On Nov. 4, 2025, the SEC was regaled with Greenhaven’s latest intrigue: a fresh position in Baxter, now comprising 2.77% of its $5.17 billion in reportable equity holdings. A sum, one might note, that could buy a small island or a lifetime supply of optimism-depending on the market’s mood.
IVV, with its gilded frugality, whispers of efficiency-a mere 0.03% toll for passage through its vast dominion. IWM, by contrast, demands a steeper tribute, yet promises adventures in return. The dividend yields, those gentle murmurs of income, favor IVV’s elder statesmanship, though neither fund sings a ballad of riches. [AUM] here becomes a tale of David and Goliath: one a bustling village, the other an empire.
New whales, poor darlings, drown in a sea of red, their $1 billion dreams sinking. Yet, the old guardians, the LTHs, double their embrace, hoarding like bears before winter. 🐳❤️🔥
