Bitcoin Surges to New Heights: DonAlt’s Four-Word Blessing Sends Bulls Charging 🚀

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It was Thursday—the kind of gray, restless Thursday that made Moscow seem all the more dreary and all the more certain, like fate, that men would count their rubles or, in this case, their satoshis. Bitcoin, that enigmatic child of the modern age, was climbing once more, stubbornly refusing to obey anything but its own inscrutable logic. “We love to see it,” proclaimed DonAlt, a trader whose opinions were, in the world of digital commerce, attended with all the reverence once reserved for military generals or extremely wealthy uncles. How else to respond, when a number on a screen decides whether you’ll have dinner in Paris or instant noodles in your mother’s kitchen?

The sun had scarcely begun its daily duel with the clouds, and yet—there it was—BTC rested near $95,650. This was already a 2% gain on the week, which for mere mortals would mean a celebratory glass of vodka; for the Bitcoin bulls, it merely meant several thousand more memes posted on the internet. Opening at $93,723 and flirting with a high of $95,815, Bitcoin’s ascent resembled that of an overzealous horse—determined, occasionally ridiculous, but, for the moment, victorious.

The previous week’s breach above the formidable $90,787 barrier was like Napoleon’s ill-fated march across the Niemen—but without the snow, the suffering, or the existential dread. This week, the market pressed forward with all the self-righteous energy of a man in a new fur coat marching to the Bolshoi. The target? That lofty resistance between $104,485 and $108,000. A frontier not seen since the old cycle, a land spoken of in hushed telegram messages and fevered Reddit posts.

$BTC update:

We love to see it

— DonAlt (@CryptoDonAlt) May 1, 2025

Thus far, Bitcoin heeded the old structures, respecting support and showing only the faintest hint of volatility—enough to amuse the peasants but not enough to frighten the landlords. No parabolic drama, no wild breakouts. One could say it advanced like a polite guest at a Russian dinner party: determined to eat as much as possible without upending the table.

And so the question—oh, the inevitable question—loomed: would this gentle, relentless push sustain itself, or would the bears, those eternal naysayers, snatch victory from the jaws of a bull market? If the market closed near these peaks, it would be nothing short of remarkable. But a surge above $104,000—well, that would be an entirely new novel, with new heroes and fresh regrets.

Yet, as every wise Russian knows, anticipation is the sauce that seasons disappointment. Should the price fumble at such rarefied heights, it would simply be an opportunity for some to “take profit” (that is: to brag at dinner) and for the reckless to remember why they own so many commemorative t-shirts instead of actual homes.

But for now, there is neither misery nor exultation—just the clean, meticulous progress of a market convinced of its own destiny. Upward, unwavering, like the stare of a man one shot of vodka too deep who has just had a brilliant idea. It was Thursday, after all, and Bitcoin was doing precisely what was needed.

We love to see it. Even Tolstoy would struggle to deny that.

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2025-05-01 18:15