The Dream of Every Bank Robber

Posted on May 29, 2025

In Las Vegas, where the neon never sleeps and truth checks into a timeshare with illusion, the Vice President stood upon the altar of crypto and made his declaration.

JD Vance, channeling the wild-eyed prophets of digital gold, proclaimed: "Maybe the most important thing we did for this community: we rejected regulators!"

Ari Melber, ever the chronicler of democracy’s unmade seams, broadcast this moment on MSNBC. One could almost hear the ghost of Allen Ginsberg howling in the server farms.

Meanwhile, on page 41 of Fort Knox: The Greatest Heist of All Time, a passage had already been written for this very moment:

"It was the dream of every bank robber made manifest: first, dismiss the security guards and local police before unlocking the vault. And while the world still believed itself safe, the very ground beneath its feet was already being pulled away."

Prophecy? Coincidence? Or the inevitable rhyme in the poem of power?

I wrote that line in the fugue-state between nightmare and lucidity, when fiction grows fangs and begins to chase reality down dark corridors. I did not know it would appear on screen beneath the curl of Ari’s eyebrow, nor that the Vice President would so eagerly play his part.

But now it is written. And the vault—literal, metaphorical, digital—is not just open.

It’s welcoming.

So here we are, dear reader, blinking in the gold-flash of revelation. This book was never just a story. It was an alarm clock, rigged to go off when the last lock clicked open.

The dream of the robber is now the policy of the state.

And somewhere, Kim is watching. Waiting.