Fear the man who hoards bitcoin out of pure fear-- he’ll never know the price of everything and the peace of nothing. And fear the dreamer who loves crypto without fear: he believes one coin will end all wars, then YOLOs the treasury of a nation. Fear the maxi who screams “have fun staying poor.” He’s not here to talk, he’s here to conquer. Fear the diplomat who preaches blockchain for world peace but never puts his own keys on the table-- all whitepaper, zero skin. Fear the central banker who knows fiat is dying, so he cries every night, prints harder, and denies the beauty of sound money. And fear the NGO that puts “crypto for global harmony” in its mission statement, then grows fat on grants and never calls the unbanked family it swore to save. Fear the bro who doesn’t understand there are a million chains in the sea. But fear the girl who convinces him her token is a different species-- she’ll rug his hope, exit-liquidity his dream of a borderless, peaceful world, and leave him holding a bag that says “wen lambo, wen peace?” in Comic Sans. True world peace isn’t coded in any consensus mechanism. It’s signed every time someone chooses to custody their own keys and still refuses to weaponize them against their neighbor. HODL your coins. But never HODL a grudge. That’s the only soft fork humanity can actually afford. World Peace BTW. - $Pups Johnson