A fortune teller in America says she dreamed that Donald Trump would leave this world due to a heart attack at ten o'clock on September 3. The problem is that she is not sure whether it's in the morning or evening? Washington time or any other time, but what matters to her is that she has never been wrong in her dreams.

Whether by coincidence or not, millions of eyes inside and outside are convinced that Trump will not complete his term. According to what remains of the American Constitution, the camera shifts to his vice president, JD Vance. Coincidentally, today is his forty-first birthday. Almost half of Trump's age, but with a rhinoceros-like health that may allow him to sit long on the throne of the era of American collapse.

Vance is the third youngest vice president in the country's history. A choice of this kind is not new: Breckinridge came to appease the South against the North, and Nixon came to be a sharp tongue alongside war hero Eisenhower. As for Vance, he came from the 'working class' to bridge Trump's gap with reality. But he, in turn, is a distorted version of a man who once described Trump as a ridiculous fool and at another time as America's Hitler, only to end up being his partner. A man who sees America first with an eternal exception for Israel. Europe to him is parasites, Britain is an Islamic nuclear state because it elected the Labour Party, and immigrants should return from where they came... except, of course, for his wife.

But behind the scenes, it's not just politics that is trembling. The real question is, what if Trump actually falls at ten?

In the world of finance, ten is not an hour but a bomb. The first to feel the shock is Bitcoin, this currency that thrives on chaos and breathes turmoil, will leap like a frightened deer, then crash like a rock, and then bounce back again. History bears witness: COVID-19 in 2020 was lifted by the Ukraine war in 2022, so how will the end of Trump impact the veins of crypto?

Traditional markets will enter a spiral. Wall Street does not distinguish between the death of a president or a rumor; it worships the indicators. The fear index (VIX) will ignite like a dry forest, stocks will plummet for moments and then bounce back like a spring. Gold will receive half of the smart money, and Bitcoin the other half, while the rest await a confused speech from Vance to find their way.

And because America is now managed like a speculative platform, investors will discover that democracy is not an institution but a volatile financial asset, and that hedging is no longer treasury bonds or the dollar, but a cryptocurrency that is not controlled by a central bank and is not owned by the House of Representatives.

Interestingly, Vance himself does not know more about blockchain than he knows about biryani sauce, but he will find in the crisis an opportunity to renew the discourse of the working class. Bitcoin is not a game for the rich but a weapon against a corrupt financial system that sold them out. And perhaps he will launch a new slogan: America first... and blockchain for all, and here the scene becomes cartoonish: Trump falls at ten, Wall Street trembles, Bitcoin dances, gold smiles, the Federal Reserve stutters, and the world discovers that the strongest economy on earth can sway like a meme currency with just one piece of news.

And while the markets extinguish their candles in fire and speculators ignite Twitter with billions of flying dollars, J.D. Vance extinguishes his forty-first candle with a cold smile and says, happy birthday... and may crypto and the exchanges rejoice with you.

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