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On the 25th of February, 2026, the digital realm was treated to a spectacle so theatrical it could rival a West End play. Justin Bons, with the fervor of a man who’s never read a single line of Shakespeare, declared war on “permissioned” blockchains, including XRP, Stellar, and Algorand. His message? “Centralization is not the future of finance.” One must wonder if Mr. Bons has ever encountered a quill or a typewriter, both of which are also centralized, yet somehow managed to birth the Enlightenment.

Arkham Intelligence reports that Buterin’s wallets held 241,000 ETH at the start of February. By now, he’s down to 224,000 ETH, which is about as comforting as finding out your savings account balance is now measured in pennies. Over three days in February, he offloaded $6.6 million, and in the past three days alone, another $7 million. If this were a movie, he’d be the guy nervously counting Monopoly money while whispering, “This is for the greater good.”

The on‑chain metric that counts how many days the coin has stayed profitable-“the number of days spent at profit”-sulted at 1,100 days. That’s an all‑time high! In plain English: a lot of DOGE holders are, as your grandma would say, “underwater.”

Pi Network’s anniversary is less a celebration and more a requiem for the naive. One year since its “open” mainnet launch, the project has grown, yes-but at what cost? The numbers swell like a plague, yet the questions linger: Who truly benefits from this digital serfdom?

BIP-110, that darling of Luke Dashjr, promises to corral stray data in transactions with the precision of a poet and the subtlety of a sledgehammer. Lopp, ever the skeptic, dismisses it as a seven-lock door on a house built on sand. He calls it “reckless and doomed to fail,” not for its technical merits (which he admits are “neat, if slightly unhinged”) but for the way it threatens to turn Bitcoin’s governance into a game of Russian roulette with the network itself.

Banco Braza, a Brazilian foreign exchange bank, has launched its Brazilian real-backed stablecoin, BBRL, on the Polygon blockchain. The development was shared on X by Sandeep Nailwal, who referenced how Polygon is increasingly being used for payments and on-chain movement of money. (Because if you can’t trust a blockchain to move your money, what can you trust? A spreadsheet? A napkin? A signed promise?)

According to data from Bloomberg Intelligence – you know, the analysts who actually crunch numbers – the 13F filers, those are the wealthy institutions who need to report their assets to the SEC every quarter, were busy dumping Bitcoin ETFs in Q4 2025, offloading nearly $1.6 billion worth. Quite the ‘oops, maybe we should’ve held on’ moment.

Ethereum [ETH] joined the parade of misery, its fortunes sinking like a lead balloon, all thanks to the timely exit of co-founder Buterin. As these two crypto titans staggered about the marketplace like a pair of drunken sailors, the mood became positively “risk-off.” Traders, clearly trying to minimize exposure to further pain, began pulling their investments like someone pulling a hand away from a hot stove. Investors were making their swift exit, and not a soul seemed left to pick up the pieces.

The fear-and-greed index? A resounding 11/100. That’s not fear; that’s the vibe of a dating app profile that says “just looking for someone to hold my hand through a panic attack.” Liquidations hit $342.76 million in 24 hours, and open interest? A sad little $43.64 billion after the October 10 flash crash left it feeling like a deflated balloon at a toddler’s birthday party.

A retail run, dear reader, is a rally driven by the kind of hype that makes a debutante’s first dance seem sedate. It is the chaos of social media, the fevered whispers of FOMO, and the reckless abandon of capital fleeing from stablecoins like they’re last season’s hat. XRP, you see, has been subjected to this particular spectacle multiple times-demand spiking like a poorly timed yawn at a tea party, volume surging like a debutant’s pulse at the mention of scandal, and breakout levels chased with the desperation of a man who’s just discovered he’s forgotten his umbrella.