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we're now definitely in a new cycle, lower lows are highly unlikely new bull markets are forgiving to poorly timed buys Q4 25-Q1 26 if you bought the dips, or momentum that wained, you got sodomised If you buy a local top of a major here, you'll be fine in 6-12 months Your main risk for missing gains, AT THIS POINT IN THE CYCLE, is not allocating enough at all (on dips, where you wait for even lower, or on buying strong coins) buy the good bags and if they dip, fuck it

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The theorem behind #Altcoins# is super easy to navigate. You'll just need to remain grounded. Let me show you an example. $STRK has gone ballistic. It did do more than a 4x in less than a month. Fantastic. Now, people start to question whether they should be buying into it. After a 4x? Same principle as with $W. I've received questions at $0.03 whether it was a wise moment to be buying into it. Sure, because I was selling at those levels, but in all reality, that isn't a proper strategy, right? In the case of $W, due to higher volatility, it has already dropped 20% on a single day. Still fairly organic volatility on an altcoin. The thing with them is that you'll see the most extreme form of negative sentiment at the bottom, and the most extreme form of euphoria at the top. Now, if you look at $STRK with all rationale. Buying at $0.12 might seem like a wise idea, but what's the upside going to be? Maybe 10%, 20%? What's the downside going to be? Well, if it drops 50% to $0.06, it would still be fine. That's a relatively negative risk/reward, isn't it? Now, flip this around. Heavy correction. Probably we'll start to hear some bearish sounds coming in the longer this sustains. If this drops to $0.06. What's the downside? Maybe 10%, 20%, 30%? And what's the upside? Perhaps 100% or perhaps even 200%, 300% if there's a new leg? That's a good risk/reward to me. A simple, but yet effective guideline into altcoins. Make sure to bookmark this one.

In Japanese, we have two words. Honne. What you really feel. Tatemae. The face you show everyone else. Most Japanese people have mastered tatemae by about age twelve. My cousin Daichi married a woman from Kansas named Kelsey. Kelsey does not have a tatemae. She only has honne. The first time she met Daichi's parents, on a train platform in Tokyo, she burst into tears. Happy tears. "I'm just so happy to meet you!" My aunt bowed six times. She did not know what else to do. At New Year's, Kelsey tasted my aunt's soup and said, "This is the best thing I have ever put in my mouth." Then she cried. My uncle dropped his chopsticks. He is a man who has said maybe five emotional sentences in seventy years. She told a convenience store clerk, "You have the kindest eyes I've ever seen." The clerk had to sit down. She cried at a baby elephant at the zoo. She sings in the car. Loudly. With the windows down. For a while, my aunt went around apologizing to the neighbors for her. Every phone call with my aunt, Kelsey ends the same way: "Okay! Love you!" And for three years, my aunt answered the same way: "Yes. Thank you very much." Then, last spring, my uncle needed heart surgery. He was 72. The night before, the whole family sat around his hospital bed. Nobody said they were scared. In Japan, you don't. Everybody said, "It'll be fine." "Don't worry." "Easy operation." My uncle lay there looking at the ceiling. Alone with it. Then Kelsey walked in. She pulled a chair right up to the bed. She took his hand in both of hers. And she said, in front of everyone: "I'm scared. I don't want to lose you. You're the only dad I have over here. I love you." The room went completely silent. My uncle had never cried in front of anyone. Not at his own father's funeral. He cried. Then my aunt took his other hand and said it. Then Daichi said it. Then my aunt's brother. Then me. In seventy years, nobody in that family had ever said "I love you" out loud. That night, it was said eleven times. The surgery went perfectly. The next time Kelsey called, she ended the call the way she always did. "Okay! Love you!" And my aunt said, in Japanese, very quietly: "Me too." Kelsey screamed so loud my aunt dropped the phone. On the day my uncle came home from the hospital, he looked at his son and said the word most Japanese men have only ever heard in TV dramas. "Aishiteru." Daichi said, "Who are you?" Later, I asked Kelsey if she was ever embarrassed. Crying in public. Telling strangers about their eyes. Saying it every single time. She looked at me like I had asked something very strange. "Honey. If you love somebody, it's not a secret. So don't keep it like one." So if anyone has ever told you that you're too much, that you cry too easily, laugh too loud, love too openly, please don't fix it. Somewhere, there's a family that needs exactly that.

I'm a cardiologist. Senator Lindsey Graham is dead at 71, and I'll be honest with you — my gut had a reaction before my training did. A fierce fighter for this movement. A relentless hawk on Putin and Iran. A true friend of Israel. Dead within a day of flying home from a war zone. In an era when we've watched two attempts on President Trump's life, when we buried Charlie Kirk, when political violence stopped being hypothetical — you'd have to be asleep not to feel the question rise up. So I'm not going to insult you by pretending the thought doesn't cross a reasonable mind. It crossed mine. But I owe you the truth from both halves of who I am — the citizen and the cardiologist. Let me give you the medicine, straight. The preliminary finding is aortic dissection due to arteriosclerotic cardiovascular disease. Here's what that means. The aorta is the largest artery in the body — the grand highway out of the heart, five liters a minute under enormous pressure. After decades of high blood pressure and hardening arteries, the wall weakens. One day the inner layer tears, blood rips through at full force, and it splits like a pipe delaminating under pressure. A Type A dissection kills up to 1-2% of its victims every single hour. When the first symptom is collapse, even perfect CPR usually loses. For a 71-year-old man with a long cardiovascular history, this is not exotic. It is one of the most common catastrophic deaths in all of medicine. It killed John Ritter. It kills thousands quietly every year. And the cruelest part — a lethally enlarged aorta usually causes zero symptoms until the day it tears. No pain. Normal EKG. A time bomb with no ticking. So the cardiologist in me says: the likeliest story, by far, is that his own aorta took him. Occam's razor points hard at nature. And the citizen in me says something too: let it all come out. The final death certificate is still pending toxicology and microscopic testing — that's routine for every case like this. So let that process be complete, transparent, and public. Not because I have evidence of anything — I don't, and I won't pretend to. But because in a moment this raw, the antidote to suspicion isn't silence. It's sunlight. Full findings, out in the open, so no family and no citizen is left to wonder. That's not weakness. That's how you honor a man who spent his life demanding accountability from everyone else. Here's what I refuse to let get lost in the noise — because it's the part that can actually save your life. Whatever the final report says about Graham, the disease that's listed already is coming for people you love. Aortic dissection is driven by high blood pressure and hardened arteries — and it builds in silence for years. But it can be SEEN. An echo, a CT, or an MRI measures the aorta in minutes. A widening aorta can be watched and repaired electively, before it ever tears, with excellent outcomes. We do it all the time. The tragedy is almost nobody gets the picture taken until the autopsy. So do this, today, in his memory: Get your blood pressure under 130/80. It's the number one driver, and most people who have dangerous levels feel completely fine. Know your family history. Aneurysm, dissection, Marfan, bicuspid valve — they run in bloodlines. If a relative had any of them, or died suddenly and unexplained, demand a screening echocardiogram and don't let anyone wave you off. If a loved one dies suddenly, ask for an autopsy. Whatever took them may be written in your DNA too. Grieve the man. Demand the full, transparent findings — that's fair, and it's American. And then go check the one artery you've never once thought about, before it stops respecting you. Rest in peace, Senator. We'll take it from here.

In 2022, a fraudster stole $1 million from us with a fake land deal. He was very convincing, and my team and I were doing a lot at once and got tricked. In July, a federal jury convicted him of wire fraud and money laundering. Today he was sentenced to 41 months in federal prison, the top of the guideline range. It's not fun to lose money, but I’ll be fine, and we learned how to be more careful next time. Many other fraud victims won’t be fine, and every conman who walks free goes hunting for his next mark. We have real problems with law and order in this country. Justice still exists, though, and criminals need to know they WILL be caught and punished. It's a "white-pill" when you see the system working. Thank you to the FBI, the prosecutors, the team at Jackson Walker, the jury of my fellow citizens, and Judge Pitman for getting this right. 🇺🇸