Eirich Süd-Hett was born somewhere between a cornfield and a thunderstorm, where the cows walk slower and the 3G never came.
He was born in a barn, baptized in rainwater, and learned to read the Book of Genesis and Binance charts with equal conviction.
By twenty-three, he’d traded butter for Bitcoin and raised a mining rig in his chicken coop—powered by the windmill , old sewing machine and righteous ambition.
He spoke plainly, dressed humbly, and once shorted Dogecoin during a barn raising.
The elders said he was “trading with the devil.” Eirich said, “Reckon the devil never set a stop-loss.”
He never used Wi-Fi, only telegrams, pegions and divine signals. He lost half his holdings in a rug pull, but said, “T’was the Lord’s way of teaching leverage.”
He now travels between crypto conferences in a horse-drawn wagon, preaching caution, coffee, and cold wallets.
“Trust in the Lord, but verify on-chain.” #TradeStories
