$BCH I feel like throwing up. The price is sticking to the recent high, yet they’re still pretending to be tough. But on the spot side, the capital—twelve pillars—are leaking out one by one; they can’t even scrape together a single red candle. To put it plainly, this round is just about pumping to dump. The dog trader raises the chair halfway, first stuffing their own pockets full. In my opinion, let the sell orders be taken out and crush the buy orders—while the contract longs are still smashing true money into paying fees, their positions don’t grow at all but actually shrink. Pinched volumes right at the highs—this is the longs’ final stubbornness. When that dog trader finally hits the throttle going downhill, everyone carrying the orders in front will be the ones taking the fall. And those waiting behind won’t even get to drink a mouthful of leftover soup. By the time that day comes, there won’t even be time to cry.