Here we are at that time in the cycle when every coin hangs its hope of huge gains on a major US exchange listing. I watched a lot of YouTube videos to write this. Every influencer discussing $BRETT was between the ages of 25-45. They all had different styles of facial hair which ranged across the entire quality spectrum. I know this isn’t relevant but it’s fascinating to me how crypto guys have a type.
Anyway, all of them lauded the power of $BRETT’s community, certain the token is on the verge of greatness. With confidence they peered into the crystal ball or dealt their tarot cards, concluding a CEX listing was imminent. I want someone to build an AI that watches every YouTube video and quantifies every prediction so I can turn it into a trading bot that does the opposite. That’s a trillion-dollar idea.
If you’re ever bored and looking for a good time, search for videos of people predicting recessions since 2010. Every four days someone posts content about how we’re just three to six months away from the next Great Depression. It’s hilarious to go back and find them only to comment how glad you are that you ignored their warnings now the stock market hit new ATHs.
Even though I like to try and make the failed prognosticators cry, the truth is, I love the doomsday decrees. I can’t get enough of hearing all these armchair economists making Paul Krugman–quality predictions. While we’re at it, let’s give the Krug-Man his own channel so we can smash that dislike button until our fingers bleed. Isn’t he the guy who said, “Trump will bring a global recession?” Wrong! COVID brought it!
Is $BRETT about to become the biggest meme coin since the Dutch traded a basket of knives, beads, and trinkets for the island of Manhattan? Probably, but only because I don’t own any of it. In my limited experience of crypto investing the one thing I have learned is coins only pump when they aren’t in my wallets. So, you’re welcome world. For the six people who read this, now you know why you all are driving Lambos and I am still in my parent’s hand-me-down Honda Accord.
