Lo! The TROVE token plummeted with the grace of a disgruntled sparrow, sparking a chorus of outrage among those who had so generously funded the Hyperliquid integration. The company, in a most pragmatic fashion, declared that these funds would be allocated to development, salaries, and marketing, while issuing partial refunds to the most unfortunate participants.
Ethereum (ETH), Solana (SOL), and XRP (XRP) are also trading lower, because why let a good bear market go to waste? Market data says so. Spoiler: it’s not good.
Predicted Bitcoin could reach about $150,000 by the end of 2025 based on regulatory and adoption tailwinds. A figure so lofty, one might require a parachute to descend from it.
Just two days ago, Bitcoin.com News reported that two bitcoin wallets from 2016 shifted 1,087.29 BTC worth more than $100 million. In the interim, even older stashes have been quietly on the move. Imagine that-coins so old, they probably still use dial-up internet.
Our esteemed analyst, Darkfost-a name that evokes both mystery and despair-reminds us that we are but 109 days removed from Bitcoin’s last all-time high. A mere blink in the grand cycle of suffering. In the annals of past corrections, Bitcoin has lingered far longer in its recovery, like a guest who overstays his welcome. Between March and November 2024, it wallowed for 236 days, and again from December 2024 to May 2025, for another 154 days. Compared to these epic sagas of woe, our current pullback is but a prologue, a mere appetizer to the feast of pain that may yet come.
In a missive both trenchant and tinged with the absurd, the indefatigable researcher Andrey Sergeenkov has unmasked a farce. The recent Ethereum upgrade, it seems, has been commandeered by mischief-makers to dispatch minuscule transactions-trifles, really, often worth less than the ink they’d require to print. These are the breadcrumbs of deception, the so-called “address poisoning,” a tactic as sly as it is banal.
Ah, Bitcoin (BTC), that digital chimera, took a nosedive below $90,000 on Tuesday, January 20th, as the world’s leaders engaged in a farce worthy of a Gogol novel. U.S. President Donald Trump, ever the provocateur, threatened a 10% tariff on European nations for their audacity in resisting his Greenland takeover plans. Bitstamp’s data revealed the cryptocurrency briefly touching $89,180, erasing weeks of bullish dreams and exposing the fragility of sentiment in this, the first transatlantic clown show of 2026.
Behold, the new 24/5 U.S. Equities Streams-because who ever heard of a clock with a caffeine addiction? This marvel dishes out pricing data during pre-market, regular trading hours, after-hours, and even when the moon is high and the stock market is fast asleep. Until now, blockchain markets had been reduced to gnawing on stale data crumbs, like a squirrel hoarding yesterday’s acorns.
To CNBC’s Squawk Box, he confessed that banks, those “pillars of progress,” employ armies of lawyers to ensure stablecoins remain trapped in bureaucratic Siberia. “A level playing field?” he mused, as if the phrase were a punchline. “Why, yes-so long as the field is paved with gold and the referees are paid in stock options.”
Apparently, Bitcoin has slipped below an “important upward trend line,” which sounds like something I’d say about my socks after a night of dancing. Now, everyone’s holding their breath to see if the daily candle closes in a way that confirms the breakdown. Because nothing says “financial stability” like a candle’s mood swing.
