Turns out Trump's NFT rollout was about as smooth as a fart on a first date.
We don't want to get political...but...ok, we're just going to come right out and say it:
We don't 'get' French Bulldogs.
(Ahh, the old bait n' switch!)
We don't dislike Frenchies (they're cute!)...but where did the cultural obsession come from?
Here's the thing though:
It doesn't matter whether or not we understand it. Either way, there's still going to be a Frenchy loving collective of folks out there, ready to put money behind their obsession.
Same goes for Trump and his latest NFT series.
(Where any purchase will enter you in the running to win a dinner with Trump, a Zoom call with Trump, and autographed memorabilia).
We don't get it, but no doubt there's an audience out there for it.
(And the $1.17M in trading volume, 24hrs after the release, reflects that).
...here's where the wheels fell off, any way you slice it:
The whole thing was a comedy of errors - like a fart on a first date.
Users reported that their NFTs weren't being sent to their personal wallets - instead, they were minted to newly created wallet addresses.
And it was the responsibility of the buyer to find and download a .txt file (using a developer browser extension), then follow the instructions to access the wallet/NFT.
That's like Amazon messaging you and saying:
"Yooooo, we left your package on the side of the highway a few states over - don't worry though, we have the GPS co-ordinates for you in this text file.
To access it, just read through the code on this webpage and look for a hidden download link.
Xoxo Gossip-Jeff."
Oh, and the folks running the release kept 25% of the 1/1 NFTs and 33% of the autograph NFTs (a.k.a the rarer/more valuable ones), for themselves.
Yiiiikes!
