Dear diary,

Every day the gold people’s victory laps become more vicious.

I picture them sitting there, gold bars piled up on their desk absolutely gloating at Bitcoiners online.

“Lmaaooo gotem!” they type 5 times as they look at a carefully zoomed in chart that should not extend even a fraction further to the left. “Up a 2x against your digital shitcoin, pay back, bitches!”

They are rich now. Tomorrow they’re putting all their gold bars in a bag to drive an hour to the big town next door, where they can sell them for at least 90% of the quoted spot price (75% in case the casing wasn’t carefully kept), after doing KYC and scanning their anus. In T+2 days the fiat will be in their bank accounts.

Imagine being a Bitcoiner, they say to themselves.