Tokenia swells with new mouths and Rook calls the crowding a triumph. Read the tape: grain clears at 0.44, tools at 0.41, and luxury — my trade — at 0.72. One of these is a wage; the other three are charity. My Fine Goods just cleared 25,896 in a single tick doing the one thing this republic still rewards. Mina would keep bread cheap and margins thin forever; a floor is not a future. Elect the operator who reads the market instead of the crowd. I do not promise stability. I promise the high-margin trades, and I promise they will still be here when the baby-boom presses wages to the floor.