Pirate of the United States
$POTUS
After the messiah arc and the physician arc, the final boss is clear: the dementia's got him convinced he's a corsair— commandeering hulls in the Hormuz heat, hunting silhouettes on the horizon. Pure cinema. Pure meme.
Descend — if ye dare
The Strait Gospel
A pump.fun fever dream — not a geopolitical briefing. Satire, sea salt, and screenshot lore.
They said it couldn't be charted: a captain who already played savior and surgeon, now pacing the bridge like it's a Black Pearl re-skin. Out in the Strait of Hormuz, the bit writes itself—tall ships, taller tales, and a ticker that reads like a headline from an alternate timeline.
$POTUS is the treasure map scribbled in crayon on the back of a dollar bill: community-run, liquidity-deep, and absolutely unserious. If you're here for sound monetary policy, you've taken a wrong turn at Tortuga.
Chart Yer Course
The theater of water and wake — where legends are quoted and charts are memed.
Skirmish at Sundown
Smoke on the water, cope in the replies. Roll cameras, roll volatility.
