Imagine in 3 years when the dollar crashes and the only worthwhile currency you have left is a meme coin made by an antisocial shut-in and you have to explain to the 300lb hispanic man at the pawn shop what "zap to the extreme" means. For an agonizing moment you have some flash of self-awareness, quickly rationalizing it away with the reassurance that buying your LolcowCoin was so much more redbased and epicpilled than just getting the cheapest price on a random 5oz bar like, say, a human being with an ounce of self-respect who hasn't spent an unhealthy amount of time engaging in parasocial relationships with gossipy internet addicts.
This is somehow more pathetic than even Funko Pops but I am not remotely surprised that the reddit-tier userbase of the last ~2 years, and the obsessive oldschool posters who still somehow spend hours a day on here, saw this as worth spending their welfare on. Honestly hats off to Josh for capitalizing on that. Taxing the newfags and inner circle posters is almost as good as gassing them.