
In a missive on the digital gallows of X, this modern-day Cassandra proclaims that the plebeians, with their meager predictions of $10 to $25, are but children playing with toy soldiers, while Ripple, she insists, is building the very scaffolding of the universe. Acquisitions! Integrations! Regulatory clarity! A banking license! Each word drips with the fervor of a zealot, each claim more grandiose than the last. “Financial plumbing,” she intones, as if the world were a clogged drain awaiting her divine unstopping. “Systems don’t move in pennies. They move in orders of magnitude. Lock in,” she adds, her voice a siren’s call to the credulous.