To Bitcoin or Not To Bitcoin, That Is The Question!

To Bitcoin, or not to Bitcoin, that is the question:
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous money printing,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of financial troubles,
And by opposing end them: to prosper, to awake
No more; and by awake, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Financial shocks
That Our Finances are heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To prosper to awake,
To awake, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub,
For in that awakening, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mindless fiat money coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes Calamity of such phony wealth:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of usury,
The Oppressor’s printing press, the Central Bankers‘s Contumely,
The pangs of despised Truth and Fairness, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after fractional reserve banking,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o’er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currencies turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.[2]

 

Author’s note: The above is a parody of the famous opening of William Shakespear’s play Hamlet. The original can be found here. The changes to the original wording are in bold and italicized.

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