CZ’s Crypto Comedy: Blame Yourself, Not Binance!

In the twilight of the digital bazaar, where fortunes flicker like fireflies, Changpeng Zhao, the bard of Binance, takes to the stage of X, his voice a clarion call against the chorus of blame. As Bitcoin, Ethereum, and BNB waltz downward, he declares: “Own your risk, for the mirror reflects not Binance, but thee.”

  • CZ, with a wink and a jab, accuses critics of weaving tales thinner than a blockchain’s block time. “Take responsibility,” he chides, “lest you drown in the sea of your own trades.”
  • With the gravitas of a compliance oracle, he proclaims: “It is not the tempest of tweets that freezes funds, but the cold hand of the law and the watchful eye of AML.”
  • As the crypto crowd howls, the market shrugs, testing the mettle of Binance’s empire amidst the red candles’ glow.

Ah, the scapegoat’s burden! CZ, the co-founder of Binance, has cast it aside like a trader’s losing position. On X, his quill sharpens: “We are not gods, but neither are we devils. Yet, they invent tales as if we were both.” A post, viewed by thousands, drips with the irony of a market in freefall.

Not saying we are perfect, but at this point, even the wisest of traders squints thrice at every whisper against Binance.

They concoct fables, these critics, with the zeal of a novice coder.

“Blame,” a word as hollow as an empty wallet, lures only those who flee the mirror’s gaze.

– CZ 🔶 BNB (@cz_binance) February 10, 2026

CZ’s refrain: the blame lies within

“We are not without flaws,” he muses, “yet the tales they spin are as flimsy as a fiat promise. ‘Blame,’ they cry, a siren’s call to the irresponsible.” His words, a challenge to the crypto reflex: when the market dips, the exchange must pay. But CZ asks, “Who holds the reins of your trades? Not I, but thou.”

In the replies, a trader wails of frozen funds, and CZ, with the precision of a surgeon, replies: “I know not your case, but the law’s hand is heavy, and compliance tools do not yield to outrage. Patience, my friend, for time is the arbiter of all things.” The subtext? The market’s whims are but a sideshow to the real drama of regulation.

The crowd’s chorus: a storm in a teacup

The faithful rally, their voices a symphony of defiance. “Frustration seeks a target,” one declares, “and the tallest tree must weather the storm.” Another quips, “While they hurl stones, we build a crypto ark for eight billion souls.” And a trader, blunt as a bear market, adds: “Red candles breed creative lies.”

The market’s verdict: numbers never lie

Amidst the clamor, the market speaks in its cold, unyielding tongue. Bitcoin, once a titan, now hovers at $70,096, a shadow of its former glory. Ethereum, too, falters at $2,104, while BNB, Binance’s progeny, clings to $636, its highs a distant memory. The blame game rages on, but the numbers, like a stern judge, deliver their sentence.

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2026-02-10 13:02