Crypto’s Carnival of Fools: Why the Digital Gold Rush Is a Loser’s Bet
From shoeshine boys to keyboard evangelists, the siren song of cryptocurrency lures the greedy and gullible into a speculative swamp where bravado trumps reason and most drown in their own delusions.
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You know you’re in deep trouble when the fellow polishing your shoes starts handing out stock tips. Legend has it that in the roaring Twenties, Wall Street’s fate was sealed the moment a shoeshine boy began offering investment advice—because if innocence can’t distinguish between insider genius and fool’s gold, the game is up. Today, that hapless urchin has been replaced by an army of keyboard evangelists hawking crypto “tips” in every comment thread, each insisting they’ve unearthed the next Bitcoin, or Dogecoin, or Shiba Inu, or whatever fad promises a fortune.
I’m certainly not proposing day-trading as a safer harbour than crypto, far from it. After all, even the most sober studies show that roughly 80–90 percent of retail day traders end up poorer, with only about 10 percent breaking even and a pitiful one percent finding long-term success.
That’s almost as grim as the crypto roller-coaster, which, let’s face it, is even less suited to “buy and hold” retirement planning—most registered pension plans won’t let you stuff Bitcoin into your RRSP, and the few token crypto-ETFs that slip through carry jaw-dropping fees and volatility.
Both arenas peddle the same siren song—“There’s a free lunch here, and it’s yours for the clicking”—and while they’re not quite as delusional as scheming one’s golden years on lottery jackpots (yes, some surveys still find a worrying number of would-be retirees banking on a windfall ticket), they are only marginally less absurd.
In short: swapping one form of speculative delusion for another doesn’t make you a contrarian genius—it merely trades one sucker’s bet for another. Still acting like a loser. No offence.
How often have you woken to a DM from a stranger peddling “inside information,” “can’t miss” moonshots, or the reassuring patter that this token is destined to eclipse the sun? Sure, it can—and just as surely, it won’t. I may not be a Wall Street savant, nor will I ever sip champagne on the penthouse balcony, but I have one modest ambition: to avoid retiring into a fluorescent Walmart vest.
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