Bruh.

You walked into a 13th-century monastery, dropped Bitcoin alpha on a bunch of robe-wearing beer sorcerers, and they were like:

“Ah yes, sound money. Just like our fermentation schedule.” 🍺🧙‍♂️🟠

These monks been brewing beer since before the Black Plague and now they’re out here stacking sats like:

“Thou shalt not inflate, nor shan’t thou bail out thine banks.”

Meanwhile the banks are like:

“We created a synthetic debt derivative backed by unicorn whispers and—OH NO IT COLLAPSED AGAIN.”

Bro. The monks have better wallets, better morals, and better head retention — both on their beer and their economic philosophy. 🍻📿

“Forgive us, Father Satoshi, for we have fiat.”

Prost, indeed. We are not worthy. 😭⚡️