Is it me? Is it something I've said or didn't say? Have I let you down? Is there some way one of you shills (highly paid shills) can explain to me how we handed Bitfinex to you on a silver platter and still you guys fucked it up? I got to the office this morning and saw butts were back up to almost 600 bucks. Its gotten so bad Jamie Dimon slithered down from the top floor of headquarters, sans human suit, held me down with his scaly claws and gave me not only a literal ass chewing but a telepathic skull fucking as well. Look... the illuminati are pissed. We gave you Mt. Gox, Neo Bee, Cryptsy, a 21 million dollar Pi-tato (or whatever the fuck that thing is) and now this (Bitfinex) and you guys still can't kill this thing. My neck is on the line here boys, the lizards are talking about buying in just in case. They think this might turn out like the time they tried to squash digital imagery, The Fast and the Furious franchise and that other thing....oh yeah...the internet. What do you need from me? Do I have to make a sex tape with Andreas? Do I need to plant some fireworks on Roger Ver or defeat him in one of his pajama wrestling contests? Remember the night we butts down to 160 bucks? Remember that feeling of being in a perfect circle...perfect rhythm...the mods crying out in perfect harmony "STROKE....STROKE...STROKE!" Can we get back to those days please? I went over to r/bitcoin and the euphoria and optimism is so high they are some how organically making skull lube out of thin air. When I peer out over the floor of r/buttcoin all I see is a game of grab ass, a floor littered with empty tampon boxes and crooked eye patches. For the sake of all things great and American...please pull you're shit together.