The bull is the market.
Dogs bark. Cats nap. But there is exactly one animal whose entire job is making numbers go up. An animal so bullish they named the good part of every cycle after it.
a bull market without a bull coin
is an unfinished sentence.
The dog reached billions. The cat touched ninety million. And the bull — launched into the trenches from the Ansem launchpad, wearing the golden B — hasn't even bonded its curve yet.
No promises. No roadmap. No utility. Just a very simple observation about a very obvious gap in the food chain. The bull goes last, and the bull goes hardest.