Rich people don't want to sell their stocks yet. So we all can't act like adults and admit everything is fucked or their fake assets will start to lose value before they've convinced you to become so invested in the charade that you're willing to buy them.
Georgian COBOL on a Babbage engine powered by a water wheel from a now defunct diversion of the Hudson being bandied around like it's the latest fucking macOS. The decals are clearly peeling, but the world's on fire and everyone has stock they don't want to sell yet, so we're riding this ship to bedrock and that's final, mister.
Cherish the richness of the experience. Don't try to get over it. Hold every little detail tightly in your heart. The pain, the love, the loss, the ecstasy. All of it. Soon enough we'll all be nothing at all. \
It only hurts because it was worth it. Don't let yourself forget a single thing.
(and the tighter you hold on, the faster the sharp edges will wear away because nothing at all is ever even slightly fair.)
There was never a chance for compromise. This was about money; a premature, over blown, knee jerk, pie-in-the-sky hope to cash in on free expert input based on decades of good will interactions performed for free by people who cared about their subject matter.
I deleted every comment I'd ever made and left pretty much immediately. They can eat their own shit.
Lately it's mostly nightmares and waking up angry because I'm exhausted but completely unable to sleep...