FUCK YOU, BUDDY! Fuck you, you actively malicious son of a bitch. I hate you.
First, you take away almost the last of my bitcoins under 200 WMA. You leave me with dust. Dollhouse-sized finances.
Then, you run away while I am a broken-down wreck with almost no money, and no practiacl ability at this particular moment to do something productive to magick up a measly $20,000 or $21,000 to buy myself a whole One Bitcoin, 1.0 BTC. I need to unplug and sleep for a week. I need some time to vent and grieve. WTF are you doing to me, you fucking sadist?
If I ever go blackhat, then I will track you down, smash your stack with my fist, DROP TABLE throughout your database like a Bitcoin Bull in a china shop, dd if=/dev/random onto your source code, and piss on your grave.
FUCK. YOU!
* death_wish is a sane, rational adult now reduced to screaming profanities and impotent violent threats in public at a robot. So dignified. Smooth and professional. Hey, newbies, margin accounts are great! Buy BTC long on leverage! Don’t sell your BTC: Borrow against it! You can become like this, too! Maybe you will kill yourselves. Seriously, at this particular moment, what most decisively stops me from living up to my name is that I AM NOT ALLOWED TO DIE WITH ONLY 0.0495 BTC. Fuck. Me, of all people, reduced to dust almost tantamount to being a nocoiner. On the day I die, I MUST have at least 1.0 BTC, One Whole Bitcoin. For peace of soul. Bare minimum—much less than I just lost, which I will never have back even if I make myself 21,000 BTC in the future. I have been thinking about this since yesterday—since before anyone else mentioned 1 BTC as a goal. It is not about the fucking money: Bitcoin is money, and it is more than money. The first time that I ever bought BTC, I did not care about price appreciation—was not even thinking about it: I wanted to have Bitcoin, and that’s that. Now, if someone were to offer me a dilemma at this particular moment, between $1 million in the bank (but somehow forbidden to buy BTC), and 1 BTC in my wallet with my own private keys, then I would choose the 1 BTC—not to have spendable money, but because I need to have at least 1 BTC. (How is that for fucking Gresham’s Law?) I am not whole without a whole One Bitcoin. When I have a whole One Bitcoin, then I may consider whether or not having One Bitcoin justifies and redeems the existence in this world of a fool who lost and dissipated much more, when he damn well knew better. I am generally pitiless, ruthless, judgmental. I do not suffer fools kindly, and I do not wish to be a hypocrite about that.