Dearest Mother, I write by the light of green candles. History unfolds before us. The cannons of ETH sell pressure have fallen silent, their thunder replaced by the hooves of digital asset treasury company cavalry charging across bloodied ATH resistance levels. Word spreads through camp that alts shall soon follow to blow out long-short funds on the frontier flank in this grand offensive. One by one, former nocoiner empire collaborators like Stripe and the US Department of Treasury have abandoned their opposition to our righteous cause, embracing our way of life and raising the banner of open and interoperable stablecoin rails. The empire's propaganda ministers continue their desperate slander of our noble cause, parading their discredited generals like Amanda Fisher and John Reed Stark before the unwitting masses. Yet, as in the darkest hours of crypto winter, their FUD only strengthens our resolve. Each block our validators finalize is a musket ball fired at payment processor profit margins. Every smart contract published to chain is a printing press that spreads the gospel of open source software and makes it abundant as air. We break the will of the regulatory state and their deputized web2 and tradfi oligopolies who grew fat on its people's commerce and data. Victory is near for our network state, and with it, we hope, promises of a better tomorrow for our people, and all those in the world who love freedom, equality of opportunity, and justice for all. Your son, Makesy Johnson