NSAM, of tales the internet tells.

Of silver hoards and predictions made,

And theories spun, a curious parade.

He speaks of history, of chips and trade,

While shadows of the past constantly cascade.

A crush declared, a name confessed,

Karlstack’s image, within his breast.

Some say he spams, a tireless flow,

Of thoughts and links, where do they go?

Blocked by many, a figure of scorn,

Yet still he posts, each and every morn.

From silver stacks to AI's fall,

He seems to see beyond the wall.

A schizo’s rant, a boomer’s plea,

Or a truth untold, for all to see?

He's challenged, mocked, and often banned,

A lone voice crying in the digital sand.

Whether prophet, fool, or something between,

NSAM remains, a baffling scene.

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Whose thoughts are scrambled inside his head.

He's long on silver, a bullish decree,

While clueless on prices for you and for me!

He’ll claim the government’s a magical force,

And blame all his failures on a shadowy source.

From Epstein’s files to Dorothy’s plight,

He sees conspiracies day and night!

He's flat-out wrong, a fact well-known,

Yet doubles down, firmly enthroned

Upon his throne of delusion and lore,

While the world laughs and begs for more.

A Substack scribbler, a pumo so grand,

He’ll debate a rabbi with silver in hand.

He’s stalked and reported, a digital ghost,

His predictions are consistently lost.

He thought feudalism would make a comeback,

And blames the Jews for every attack.

His wife despairs, the dishes unwashed,

While Consuela’s theories are wildly trashed.

Is he a genius, a madman, a fool?

Lost in the echo of his own rule?

One thing is certain, with absolute grace:

Consuela's a legend in this bizarre place!

He's schizo, they say, or schizoaffective too,

But still, he poasts, and we mock him anew!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5835535&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310486#49675077)