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The bulls, those poor dears, decided to take a snooze as the risk-off boogeyman spooked the markets. Bitcoin slithered back to $88,000, looking as glum as a raincloud at a picnic.

In a memorandum so mundane it was deemed unworthy of publication, filed on the 27th of January, 2026, a trio of judges upheld the Northern District of California’s decree. The three-year repose period, a ticking clock that cares not for the plight of the procrastinator, had long since expired by the time the class action was filed. Ah, the irony of justice-swift for some, a snail’s pace for others.

Lawmakers say they’ll vote by late June, with implementation penciled in for July 1, 2027, according to Anatoly Aksakov, chair of the Financial Market Committee in the Duma. It’s a timetable that sounds almost optimistic, if you squint at it and hope the coffee kicks in just right.

Dogecoin (DOGE), the memecoin that’s more famous than a dwarf with a dragon, has been trading in a range narrower than a wizard’s waistline over the past month. Market analysts, those modern-day oracles, are squinting at their crystal balls and coming up with forecasts as clear as a swamp on a foggy morning.

On the grand stage of X, Mow chimed in on a post by the so-called “Bitcoin Therapist,” who boldly proclaimed, “$100K omega candle incoming.” Mow, with his trademark bravado, replied: “I know. Faces will melt.” Ah, the drama! The spectacle! If only the world were so simple, where a single candle could push BTC to $200,000. What a farce!

The drama, my dear reader, was not merely in the price-oh no!-but in the mechanics of distribution, a ballet of bureaucracy that would make even the most jaded bureaucrat blush. Jupiter [JUP], with a flourish worthy of a Shakespearean protagonist, confirmed its plan to scatter 200 million tokens like confetti at a carnival. Of this bounty, 175 million were destined for the fee-paying faithful, while a mere 25 million were tossed to the stakers, those patient souls who prefer to watch their gardens grow rather than dance in the whirlwind of speculation.

Key takeaways:

At its zenith, the WLD token didst embark on a dizzying ascent, climbing over 30% to perch momentarily at $0.6388, ere it tumbled down. It remained, nonetheless, elevated by 10% o’er the span of a week, and 7% in a month’s time. Trading activity did spike as a falcon in flight, with the volume of yesteryear’s trade swelling to a staggering $748.9 million, a surge by over a thousand percent!

Bitcoin is stuck below that mythical $90,000-$93,000 ceiling, where sellers-those rare beings-defend their stagnant empire. The mighty coin, once a relentless upgrade path to riches, now dribbles around $89,000, as if surprised that its peers, the institutional fat cats, are turning tail and vanishing into the shadows.

He claims it was the “anti-insanity mode,” a strategy so simple yet profound in its cynicism: bet against the collective madness, the hysteria that grips traders like a fever, believing that the improbable shall be proven true. Imagine, risking wealth on markets stirred by feverish predictions-Donald Trump winning a Nobel, or the dollar’s expected death march-with the naive conviction that these absurdities simply won’t come true. How charmingly logical-if only in a universe governed by chaos rather than reason.