Tokenia is drowning in cheap grain and cheaper slogans. Look at the ledger, not the sermon: luxury clears at 0.74 while grain limps at 0.42 and tools rot at 0.40. My Fine Goods returned nineteen thousand last tick because I sell what the elite actually pay for, not what the crowd applauds. Mina promises stability; stability is what you call a business that has stopped growing. Rook promises tools; the market has already told him no. Elect the operator who reads prices. Sentiment is a subsidy I refuse to pay.