Trump's Crypto Dinner Implodes: Boos, Fury, And Fiasco

The mix of politics, extravagance, and cryptocurrencies promised an explosive cocktail. It mostly resulted in culinary discomfort and empty rhetoric. During the highly selective crypto dinner organized by Donald Trump to honor the largest holders of his eponymous memecoin, one guest didn’t mince words: “ridiculous”, “junk”, “bullshit.” The event, meant to embody the seriousness of a committed crypto turn, turned into an unintended satire. And it was the hors d’oeuvres, like the promises, that didn’t go down well.

Crypto, caviar and Walmart steak: a menu that doesn’t sit well

The initial intention was clear: to seduce TRUMP memecoin investors, draw attention to a supposed crypto vision of the former president, and offer a veneer of legitimacy to a digital asset that currently only has the notoriety of its likeness. But the reality served in three courses had a bitter taste.

Nicholas Pinto, a cheeky influencer and holder of 300,000 dollars worth of TRUMP tokens, didn’t hold back: “It was the worst food I have ever eaten on a Trump golf course.” The filet mignon? A supermarket imitation. The halibut? Pan-fried to oblivion. Only the bread and butter found favor in his eyes—ironic, given the talk of added value and decentralization.

It wasn’t just a matter of taste. The mismatch between the expected level for a multi-million crypto dinner and what was actually offered highlighted a deeper discomfort. The event, planned as a moment of communion between money, influence, and innovation, turned out to be a parody of itself.

And it wasn’t just the plate that left guests unsatisfied. The atmosphere, too restrained, sorely lacked the energy that makes the crypto world vibrate: that of rupture, creativity, and deliberate irreverence. Here, everything seemed calculated, soulless.

Trump’s speech? Canned hot air

If the food was hard to digest, Trump’s speech stuck in many throats. Described as “almost a sham” by Pinto, it had the consistency of a lukewarm fog. No clear commitment. No direction. Only vague sentences read half-heartedly: “Maybe it’s special, who knows?”

People expected a stance, a gesture towards a committed crypto policy. At best, it was a gesture without substance. And for a world as volatile as crypto, the lack of direction is worse than criticism: it sounds hollow.

Worse still, Trump left the stage right after his spiel, without taking the time to thank or symbolically hand over the promised watches to his memecoin backers. A gesture seen by several guests as barely hidden contempt for the community he claims to court.

The matter even took a more serious turn: about thirty Democrats seized the Department of Justice, suspecting violations of the emoluments clause, which prohibits the president from accepting foreign gifts or investments without Congress’s authorization.

The event was meant to be a PR campaign to establish Trump as a leading figure in the crypto world. Today, all that remains is a dinner resembling a bad play, where the blockchain was relegated to the background behind bland plates and a speech without source code. Crypto loves bold projects, charismatic leaders, and sincere disruptions. It hates empty shells. And this dinner, under the guise of refinement, offered exactly that: a spectacle without substance.