Iran Blackout Massacre — personal record. During the blackout, this was my whole world: One screen. One satellite channel. Opinion-heavy coverage. Competing narratives. No messages. No updates from friends. No way to verify the numbers being reported. Between fragments, footage, and talking heads, I kept looking for something solid. Mostly, I waited. Waiting to learn how many people had died. Waiting to see if things would escalate into open war. Waiting for anything that could cut through the silence and feel reliable. Hours stretched into days. Anxiety became routine. Stress turned into background noise. Sleep disappeared. Every night: half-awake. Every morning: unfinished. Not knowing was worse than knowing. The quiet was heavy. The uncertainty was louder than any headline. This isn’t analysis. This isn’t politics. It’s memory. This is what digital darkness felt like. #iran

Many so-called “leftist” activists love to preach about human rights. But in reality, their morality is selective, political, and deeply hypocritical. Here are 9 uncomfortable truths: 1. They stay silent when Islamist or authoritarian regimes murder their own people — like in Iran — but scream when the West is involved. 2. When Muslims kill Muslims, it’s suddenly “complex.” No outrage. No urgency. No solidarity. 3. Antisemitism is tolerated in their circles. Jewish lives don’t seem to matter as much. Dead kids in Gaza trend. Dead kids in Ukraine don’t. Apparently, not all children are equal. 4. They are obsessed with being “anti-West,” even if it means defending dictators and extremists. 5. They fear being called “Islamophobic” more than they fear injustice. 6. Their empathy is selective. Some victims get headlines. Others get erased. 7. Most of them are intellectually lazy. They repeat slogans, follow trends, and never think beyond hashtags. 8. Greta and influencers like her are part of the problem: loud against the West, quiet about China, Iran, Russia, and real oppression. 9. They talk about justice, but practice double standards. They talk about equality, but rank human lives. This isn’t activism. This isn’t morality. This is ideological tribalism. They don’t stand for humans. They stand for narratives. And if your compassion depends on politics, you don’t have compassion at all. Human lives are not props. Human suffering is not a trend. Enough hypocrisy.

امروز بدنم خسته است، قلبم سنگین است، اما هنوز می‌تپد.

خاطره‌ای در ذهنم مانده است: چند سال پیش، در جمع دوستانی از دوران دانشجویی که همگی خارج از ایران تحصیل کرده‌اند و در دسته “طبقه متوسط تحصیل کرده” قرار میگیرند، صحبت از حمایت من از دودمان پهلوی شد. واکنش همه‌شان نگاهی آمیخته به تعجب و تمسخر بود؛ با لبخندی کنایه‌آمیز میگفتند: “ما که مدتهاست از پهلوی عبور کرده‌ایم!” به آنها گفتم: “فاصله‌ی پنجاه‌ساله‌ی حاکمیت آخوندی در برابر دوهزار و پانصد سال شاهنشاهی، چیزی در حد یک عطسه است و مطمئنم روزی همگی شگفت‌زده می‌شوید وقتی بفهمید مردم خیلی وقت است که انتخاب خود را کرده‌اند.” پهلوی ستیزی یک بیماری لاعلاج نیست؛ ریشه‌اش بیشتر در ناآگاهی تاریخی و کینه‌های به‌جامانده است؛ کینه‌هایی که گاه از این می‌آید که گاه فلان عمو یا دایی چپ‌گرا در دوران پهلوی زندانی بوده، در حالی که همان چپ‌ها و مجاهدین بعدها به دست آخوندها سلاخی شدند. همین دوستان به ظاهر فرهیخته که امروز به هویت ایرانی مدرن خود می‌بالند، بهتر است به یاد بیاورند که آنچه امروز به عنوان فرهنگ و هنر مدرن به آن افتخار می‌کنند، حاصل تلاش‌های بی‌وقفه‌ی رضا شاه کبیر، شاه فقید ایران و شهبانو فرح پهلوی است. امیدوارم روزی از این پیش‌فرض‌ها رها شویم و دشمن واقعی این سرزمین را درست بشناسیم؛ دشمنانی که چیزی جز سه جریان فاسد نیستند:  ملا، چپی، مجاهد. ‌پاینده ایران. دی‌ماه ۲۵۸۵.

Today, Iran lost one of its true giants. Bahram Beyzayi was not just a filmmaker or a playwright — he was a national conscience. A man who carried the weight of history, myth, and truth on his shoulders, and never set it down, no matter the cost. “Bashu, the Little Stranger” remains one of the most humane films ever made in this land. Created in the middle of the Iran–Iraq war, it refused the language of hatred and destruction. Instead, it spoke for children, for the displaced, for those whose lives are shattered by war. It was a brave, clear cry for peace at a time when silence was safer. Beyzayi never bowed to power. He did not compromise, he did not flatter, and he did not submit to censorship. For that courage, he paid with years of exclusion and exile. In the final decades of his life, far from home, he continued his work and research at Stanford University, carrying Iran’s stories, myths, and wounds with him wherever he went. He lived with dignity, and he created with responsibility. He taught us that art is not decoration — it is memory, resistance, and truth. Today, we mourn not only an artist, but a guardian of Iranian culture. A national hero whose voice will never fade. Rest in peace, Bahram Beyzayi. Iran remembers.

This chart isn’t “economic misfortune.” It’s theft. In the 1970s, before the Islamic Revolution, 1 USD bought ~7 Iranian rials. Today it buys 1,300,000+. That collapse wasn’t an accident. It was designed. They printed. They stole. They lied. You paid. A state–clerical mafia took control of the money and used it to fund itself: endless proxy wars, patronage networks, repression, and corruption so deep it burned the future of an entire generation. While young people lost opportunity, mobility, and hope, the regime exported inflation and imported violence. This is how it works: Print money to fund power Debase savings to hide failure Push the cost onto citizens Wrap it in ideology You worked → they debased. You saved → they inflated. You stayed → they robbed you slowly. This isn’t unique to Iran. This is fiat money behaving exactly as designed when captured by unchecked power. Opt out. #Bitcoin exists. No slogans needed — just facts: fixed supply, no central printer, no permission, no insiders. You hold it yourself or not at all. No cleric, general, or bureaucrat can dilute it to pay for their wars. #Bitcoin doesn’t fix corrupt states. It cuts them off from their favorite weapon: the value of your labor. If your money can be printed, it will be stolen. #bitcoin isn’t an investment. It’s an exit.

Friday #foodstr

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Luna #dogstr

در مزرعه، هوا دیگر قابل نفس‌کشیدن نبود و جویبارها خشکیده. انبارها خالی، دل‌ها تهی. خوک‌ها دوچندان می‌خوردند و سگ‌های هارشان هر اعتراضی را می‌جویدند. حیوانات عادی می‌دانستند: تقابل بعدی نزدیک است؛ و این‌بار، مزرعه طعم خون را خواهد چشید. #مزرعه_خاموش #حیوانات_خسته #هوای_سنگین

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AML, CFT, MiCA, AMLA — the alphabet soup of control. They say it’s about “security.” They say it’s about “protecting the system.” What they mean is: they want every coin, note, and byte under surveillance. A €10K cash limit today, KYC on every wallet tomorrow, “digital euro” the next day. Piece by piece, they’re weaponizing compliance until privacy itself is illegal. Big Brother in a suit, holding a spreadsheet instead of a gun. This is Financial 1984, executed by central bankers and endorsed by the bureaucrats who sold their citizens for data. They can ban cash. They can license “approved” wallets. They can track every transaction. But they can’t stop Bitcoin. Bitcoin is math. Bitcoin is freedom code. Bitcoin doesn’t need permission, doesn’t ask forgiveness, and doesn’t care about their decrees. It’s time for Europeans to wake up — the cage they’re welding is digital, invisible, and permanent. Run your node. Hold your keys. Trade peer to peer. Stay ungovernable. #bitcoin #nostr

Do you even know what this is, anon? Are you really that old? Big reward for the best answers. #grownostr

4 days deep in the northern jungles of #Iran, near a silent lake. Rain, mud, fire, and freedom. Out here everything’s real, raw, and honest—just like #Bitcoin. Autumn camping proves it’s the best season to feel alive and free. 🍂⚡️ #grownostr #nostr

Salad #foodstr

Fish & Chips #foodstr

GM #nostr Fried eggs, blue cheese + cheddar, basturma salad and bread — fuel for a long Muay Thai session. Let’s get those serotonin, dopamine and endorphins flowing. Have a pumpy day! 🥚🧀🥩🥬🍅🥖🥊⚡️ #foodstr

T‑bone, scotch, and a 124K #Bitcoin — perfect combo. If you’ve been stacking since the ’22–’23 dip, this one’s for you. Salute, champ. Keep DCAing and enjoy the rewards. 🚀🥩🥃 #foodstr

I’ve spent half my life either owning dogs or treating my friends’ pups like family, and there’s truly no creature that gives love and affection like a dog — completely, immediately, and without asking anything in return. They are masters of living in the now: a walk becomes the greatest adventure, a simple snack a celebration, a nap on a warm lap pure contentment. Thirteen years ago my female Rottweiler died at age ten, and that loss taught me how short our time with them can be. #Luna is a beautiful reminder of everything I’ve learned from dogs: to notice the little things, to savor small moments, and to be fully present. The most important thing I’ve realized — and it’s something dogs have shown me more clearly as the years pass — is this: tell your loved ones you love them. Say it often. Say it out loud. Exchange your love freely, because our time is short and theirs with us is even shorter. Pets give us everything in the moment; let’s return that love while we still can. Our time is short, but our love is endless. #dogstr #bestie

Parenting with paw-sitive energy 🐾🐶 #Luna #dogstr