Presently, BTC waltzes above $111,000, a modest yet valiant resurgence after August’s tempests. By the 7th of September, 2025, it had gained 0.80% in a day, with $110K proving a steadfast partner in this dance. The short-term resistance, however, lies between $112K and $114K-a narrow corridor for the bulls to navigate. 🕺
Bitcoin, that incorrigible darling of the crypto world, continues to captivate despite its price resistance at $112,000-a mere trifle for such a luminary. Santiment assures us that it reigns supreme, thanks to its scarcity, institutional allure, and the quaint notion of self-custody. Oh, and let’s not overlook its liquidity in flash crypto offers-because who doesn’t adore instant gratification? Ethereum, meanwhile, struts its utility in flash tokens, wallets, and decentralized platforms, though it seems to be having a spot of trouble breaching the $4,500 mark. How tragically Shakespearean! 💎
Ethereum reserves on Binance and Coinbase have taken a nosedive, while the Long/Short Ratio, Funding Rates, and liquidation clusters are painting a picture so bullish it might make a bull blush. 📈🐂
So here we go, the five companies that made waves in August 2025. Buckle up; this is going to get petty.
Our old pal SHIB has been pressing down onto this support like a determined child trying to squeeze into last summer’s shorts. Each dip is being swallowed up quicker than a starving man at a buffet, leaving behind an incredibly monotonous yet utterly stubborn floor. This is like the stubborn last slice of pizza that nobody wants to claim, yet fear persists at the thought of adding another “new zero” to SHIB’s price figure. 🍕
It began in July with an ad featuring Sydney Sweeney, whose presence in “Great Genes Jeans” sparked a tempest of debate. The stock initially danced on the edges of the market’s radar, but then came the unexpected: Donald Trump, ever the wildcard, declared the ad “the hottest out there,” sending investors into a tizzy. One might imagine the stock market as a toddler with a penchant for chaos, and Trump’s tweet was the spark that set off a fireworks show.
They called it progress, this feverish spending on AI, these trillions flowing like rivers of molten gold. Yet Gardner, CEO of a company whose name had once been etched in the margins of financial history, spoke of the coming storm with the solemnity of a man who had seen the sea swallow a lighthouse. “Civilization,” he said, “may turn left or right in the next thirty-six months, and no human hand will be able to steer the wheel.” His words hung in the air like the metallic tang of ozone before a thunderstorm, a warning that the machine, once set in motion, might choose its own path.
Yet, through this tapestry of woeful metrics and fluctuating market sentiments, there rises a solitary beacon of truth that every diligent investor ought to grasp firmly.
Joby’s pitch is simple: Electric flying cars for urban commutes. Because nothing says “progress” like dodging skyscrapers in a vehicle that costs more than your firstborn’s college fund. Their planes are quiet, clean, and can supposedly taxi a hundred miles on a charge-though I’m still waiting for the part where they explain how you’ll charge them between flights to work and brunch. But hey, at least they’re not helicopters. Those things sound like a swarm of angry wasps with a vendetta.