For those of you who have been following me for a while, I’m certain that by this point you know I don’t consider myself to be too serious of a person.
Frankly, over the last 10 years, I’ve created a following in the financial world specifically, I’d like to think, because I’m not just another crusty old fuck in a bowtie who happily surrendered their critical thinking skills to academics presenting modern monetary theory as some type of 9th Wonder of the World.
Yes, that’s right—I’ve cursed, dirty-joked, shit-talked, and drank my way into occupying at least some small sliver of iconoclastic space in the financial world. As I’ve said many times, I’m not even sure I can affect change, so I’m just happy to sit back and watch this experiment in monetary policy and human psychology play out.
Which is why, given my background, I’ve surprised even myself these last few weeks with how alarmed and disgusted I’ve been over the rise of financial products like the aptly named "Fartcoin"—a cryptocurrency that is assuredly worth zero dollars, has zero practical use, and is as noxious and empty as its name suggests.