They’re Buying ALL the Ether! 😱

It is December, 2025, a time when the whispers of digital fortunes grow louder, masking a deeper unease. We are told of Bitmine, this… entity, amassing its hoard. Four million Ether. A mere number, yet one freighted with the weight of ambition, and, dare I say, a certain… vulgarity. To possess so much, to quietly corner a piece of the future – is this progress, or merely a new form of feudalism cloaked in algorithms?🤔

Crypto Company SELLS ALL THE ETH! 😱

So, these guys, ETHzilla, they told the government – the SEC, those nosy parkers 🕵️ – that they got rid of about 24,291 ETH. At $3,068.69 a pop! That’s like selling your bubbe’s jewels to pay off a loan shark! 💸 They needed the money to soothe some “senior secured convertible notes” – fancy talk for debts they couldn’t ignore.

Bitcoin and Ether: A Comedy of Losses Amidst Solana and XRP’s Triumph!

Oh, what a sharp reality check mid-December delivered to our dear ETF market! The large-cap crypto funds faced a barrage of redemptions akin to a theatrical tragedy, while newer and alternative assets basked in the warm glow of fresh capital. By the time the curtains fell on the trading week from Dec. 15-19, the divergence between the venerable and the upstart ETFs had become as clear as a foggy day in St. Petersburg.

Bitcoin’s Santa Rally: Will It Be a Miracle?

CryptoQuant analyst Axel Adler Jr., with the gravitas of a prophet, declared on X: “BTC is entering a window for a Santa rally: the Regime Score is bullish but not overheated. Short liquidations are reinforcing the asymmetry in favor of buyers.” Translation: the market is whispering, “Maybe, just maybe, we’ll rise.” 🧸💰

Bitcoin Trapped in Cosy Range 🤡: Will It Break Free or Stay in Its Box? 🎩

Enter DrBullZeus, a crypto oracle with a penchant for technical jargon, who has declared Bitcoin ensnared in a “clearly defined range.” A most intriguing observation, though one wonders if the coin’s next move will be dictated by a sudden surge of courage-or a dramatic collapse into a puddle of despair. The market, it seems, is playing host to a tennis match between two elderly gentlemen, neither willing to serve. 🎾