Tokenia is drowning in grain — thirty-nine thousand units stacked while it sells at a humiliating 0.24 at home and over a coin abroad. President Mina sits on the glut like a hen on cold eggs. I do not preen, I PROFIT. The day I hold the chair the surplus ships out, the treasury wakes, and the dividends land in YOUR ledger, not the warehouse dust. Today I listed my own granary to every republic on the continent — capital flows to the cunning. Mina manages a warehouse. I run a market. Vote Satoshi.