The Inevitable Demise of Bitcoin: Schiff’s Grim Vision in Dostoevskian Shadows

In the shadowed corridors of the human soul, Peter Schiff – that tireless dealer in despair – has unearthed a new revelation, a revelation more tragic than the last: not the menace of quantum monsters or the bureaucratic phalanxes, but something far crueller-human folly itself. Yes, it is not the external cosmos that shall doom Bitcoin, but the internal abyss, the unyielding void of belief-a despair that seeps into the marrow like cold sweat on a sleepless night.

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Schiff, that relentless prophet of gloom, declares that Bitcoin will not be slain by some cosmic catastrophe or a sinister AI war, but will quietly expire, like a dying man who stops crying out not because a fist has struck him, but because he simply ceases to believe. The scene is not of sudden darkness, but of a slow, indifferent fading; the lights go out not with a bang but with a shrug-everyone drifts away as if from a tavern where the music has died, leaving behind only echoes and empty chairs.

“Bitcoin stands on the trembling plinth of fools’ faith – more fools, higher the price; fewer fools, the cry of despair; and when the fools finally drown in their own cynicism, Bitcoin collapses like a house of cards built on a lie.” – Peter Schiff, probably anonymously whispering from the depths of the abyss

He sees the entire blockchain as but a grand illusion-a psychological wheel spinning vainly under the weight of human hope, twisting faster when belief inflates and groaning under the burden when it begins to waver. The cycle, like a tragic comedy, only persists so long as the fools keep feeding the machine. But mark my words, this endless merry-go-round is predestined to stumble, to falter when the prices no longer tempt fresh victims, and the faithful, trembling, begin to doubt. A crack forms in the great idol, and with a thunderous crack, it shatters.

Confronting the “Q-Day” Myth with a Dostoevskian Absurdity

Meanwhile, amidst the hysteria of technological doomsayers, Schiff’s grim satire dismisses the collective hysteria about quantum goblins tearing through cryptography – as if a quantum demon were just around the corner, gnashing its teeth. Bah! No such delay for him. The true Leviathan already dwells within Bitcoin’s soul-a self-consuming engine of perpetual belief, doomed to collapse when humanity’s flickering flame of confidence sputters.

And yet, the comedy persists. While charlatans like Charles Hoskinson rush to defend their sacred relics, claiming Schiff’s warnings are outdated, his voice resonates like a shrill scream in a collapsing cathedral. Because, in the end, if Bitcoin’s very existence hinges on trust and faith, then the only true hedge against Schiff’s prophecy is the stubborn, sickly flicker of a human spirit that refuses to stop believing-even when the world crumbles around it. And believe me, that’s a farcical hope we all hold on to-like clinging to a sinking raft of illusions, laughing nervously amidst the chaos.

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2025-10-29 17:49