When bitcoin crashes I don’t look for someone to blame I look for more ways to buy.

Redistribution to stronger hands will continue until morale improves.

This is either a generational buying opportunity or too late to chicken out now. Either way I’m stacking these sats into the sunset, I just happen to think it will rise again. On the flip side people who are still here are people I’m proud to call my peers. Binance/or traders on the platform has sold more bitcoin in the past two days than all other exchanges combined. MSTR might experience difficulties servicing its debt at $8,000…just imagine going back to $8,000, that’d be hilarious; I’d probably still be stacking.

Can you smell the fear? Hear the liquidations like waterfalls? Don’t go with the flow, be your own flow. I’m not concerned, I’m locking in.

When you’re solvent, a crash isn’t a threat; it’s motivation to hit the fiat mines and stack sats while others panic sell at a discount. There’s risk in bitcoin like there’s risk in the sun: you can’t eliminate the volatility, only learn to position yourself to harness its energy while protecting yourself from burns. The dark doesn’t scare me anymore because I’ve honed my night vision, I know the opportunities hidden in market winters that most people, stumbling blind through fear, will never see. Even in the darkest times you know light will return, but that knowledge is worthless if you don’t survive the night, which is why you prepare for both extremes, building a system robust enough to exploit the cycle itself.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I don’t think Jeffrey Epstein’s involvement with Bitcoin changes much for me, nor should it for anyone who realizes Bitcoin is for everyone (even bad people although it sucks)

If you think there’s an iota of a chance that JE is SN you are probably NGMI…however thanks for the cheap sats jagoff!

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What does a whale have after selling thousands of bitcoin? Less bitcoin. It’s that simple. Stopping your bitcoin buys because a whale stopped is like stopping breathing because someone else did. There will be less than 5% supply growth over the next decade. What else has this kind of scarcity?

Today has me thinking: am I trading at a discount to my bitcoin holdings? Do I undervalue myself the way everyone undervalues Bitcoin? Who let the sats out? Discounts all around. I still hodl with my foot on the throttle. Don’t know if I’m ahead or playing catch up; I could stack to oblivion and back. I don’t time the dips, but if they hang around, I buy them again.

Imagine being the richest man in the world. Not rich, the *richest*. Multiple companies under your empire, where even the smallest one is worth more billions than most corporations could ever dream of managing on their own. We’re talking about Elon Musk. Tesla, SpaceX, xAI, Neuralink, the whole machine. Now here’s where it gets interesting. All of Elon’s companies combined are worth roughly 69 times what Strategy is worth. Sixty-nine times. The sheer weight of that empire, the rockets, the cars, the AI, all of it dwarfs Strategy on paper. But Elon’s companies hold 36x less Bitcoin. Let that sink in. The most powerful corporate empire on the planet, and a mid-tier software company that nobody used to talk about is sitting on a mountain of Bitcoin that makes Musk’s entire portfolio look timid by comparison. I’m not sure anyone can catch Strategy. And that’s the wild part. When you look around at who *could*, the answer might only be all of Elon’s companies combined. Not one of them. All of them. And even then, it’s not guaranteed. It’s just crazy to think about. A company built on pure conviction and relentless accumulation, potentially outpacing the most diversified, most powerful business empire in human history. Is it genius? Or is it a critical error waiting to reveal itself? I guess we’ll find out. There goes my hero, watch him as he stacks.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Some might call it horrendous but honestly this dip was a necessary cleansing. Refreshing in the way truth cuts through illusion. Not that bad when you zoom out and see the bigger picture. They can keep it coming because I’m still accumulating, still building, still believing in what most can’t see yet. Bring it on. This is how conviction gets tested. Wipe the weak hands out, shake the tree until only those who truly understand remain holding the sats. The market doesn’t reward comfort. It rewards those who can sit with uncertainty and still see clearly. Bitcoin isn’t weak, it’s as fundamentally strong as ever, operating exactly as designed. It’s just on sale for those with the vision to recognize value when fear clouds everyone else’s judgment. Deep pockets don’t make strong hands. Money alone won’t carry you through the darkness. But strong hands, forged through cycles of doubt and vindication, can build wealth that transcends mere numbers. They create the kind of depth that comes from understanding something greater than price.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

When everything rips and my favorite thing dips into the abyss: I could sit there and spiral through my own stupidity, but if I’m actually dumb then pondering that becomes its own mindfuck paradox. That’s why I double down and shoot for the Oscar’s when playing whatever twisted role this simulation dealt me. I’ve never seen things as bad: only as tests of conviction, reality tunnels you either collapse in or push through. While this hasn’t been the face smash we’re used to, it’s still the ultimate stress test imo; more like psychological warfare designed to systematically erode your mind, so effective you’d wish they just beat you instead. That’s this current cycle vs the more obvious brutal priors. I’d hodl to hell and back, through inverted dimensions and collapsing realities, until hell freezes over from the absolutely freezing chill of my stack of satoshis.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Sometimes the most beautiful thing about freefall is knowing you’ve already hit terminal velocity; there’s a strange peace in the absence of acceleration, a comfort in maximum chaos. Bitcoin becoming beige isn’t death, it’s metamorphosis into wallpaper: the most successful revolutions eventually become furniture. I went numb to bitcoin, but bitcoin? Bitcoin’s going numb to everything. It’s not ignoring the world…it’s becoming the anesthetic the world forgot it was breathing. Patience isn’t the name of the game. Patience is the game, the board, the dice, and the hands that roll them. We’re not waiting for something to happen; we’re marinating in the happening itself.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Good morning ₿rothers and ₿etter halves. Woke up ready for work, then got the call: job site’s iced over. Now I’m in this weird limbo, thinking about the fiat mines but unable to work them. Sometimes I actually yearn for the mines. Senior year of high school, I was trading options between classes. My entire net worth was $200. Then I caught wind of the rumor: zombie virus, worse than Ebola, hyperinfectious. I shorted every airline, casino, cruise line, and movie theater I could. Next day in gym class, markets opened. $200 to $4,000 in a split second. GREATEST DAY EVER. Showed my gym teacher expecting him to be proud. Instead he sang me Kenny Rogers: “Know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to RUN.” Before the bell even closed, halted by the Fed. Liquidity injected. Big boys repositioned while the little guys got executed. Watched it drain from $4,000 back under $200. I’d never been more right about something and never watched so much money vanish. The game was rigged. Tails they win, heads I lose. That’s when I found Bitcoin. Got my associates in web development. Graduated right as AI ate most entry level positions. Fell back into the family business: third generation carpenter. Been doing it since I was 7, running a stand-up screw gun on decking because it was the perfect size where I didn’t have to bend over like dad did. Got my real estate license because I have a huge appreciation for the human nests we call homes. You can’t beat the utility of real estate. But the reality is brutal. There’s two types of people right now: those who need but can’t afford and those who can afford but don’t need. Going from showing a single mother a rundown shack she can’t afford but needs, then showing mansions to someone deciding on their 10th Airbnb. It’s like a Black Mirror episode. I’m looking into turning trash into sats with my skills. Houses have become money that’s better than dollars, a way for those without access to corporate debt vehicles to stack more sats. Your income becomes less important the more bitcoin you get, but more income buys more bitcoin too. Whether or not my portfolio is 100% Bitcoin doesn’t change that my actions are 100% Bitcoin motivated. It’s all for my stack. All for my bloodline.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Reach out if you ever need someone to talk to, bitcoin is for any and everyone, but everyone’s situation is unique I won’t judge on where you are, but maybe we could help each other find out where we’re headed. (I don’t get as much engagement as I used to and I hope my regular posts and pictures aren’t too SLOPpy for you guys, but I will say the engagement I do get is more meaningful, if you took the time to read this and/or any of my other posts I hope you realize how much you mean to me. You don’t know much about my appearance or personality, but you do care what I think about and have to say. I hope to meet all the legends on here that I consider my peers, friends, or close to family.) I don’t know why you came or what brought you, but if you are still here it’s obviously not for NGU in the slightest, those guys already sold, if you are here right now it’s because of the people and their hope for better days. The respect I have for these people is hard to express. We will win and we will win together.

If it’s not Bitcoin, it doesn’t register on my radar. I don’t need it crowned world reserve to feast; every other experiment had its moment and fumbled the bag. That ending isn’t required for me to win anyway. Bitcoin will rise again. The wild part? How much capital is hovering in limbo: intentionally parked, accidentally paralyzed, but that’s not my monkey, not my circus. I just keep stacking while they argue about the tent. What some call underperformance felt like an x-ray to me. Not disappointment but rather confirmation. A reminder of just how absurdly early this still is. We’re so early that fiat policy can still cast a shadow on Bitcoin’s price… which means the sun hasn’t even cleared the horizon yet.

Accumulating through the carnage is how I plant my salvation. Every red candle is compost. I grow anyway. Bring your most bearish prophecy and I’ll stack straight through the blackout. No leverage, no rush, Just gravity and time. You bring max pain; I’ll bring max grit and a longer horizon.

HODL harder. Bitcoin’s like a tapped keg of liquidity: every dip, someone’s pulling the handle to cash out fast. But when I stack sats? I’m front running the fear. Providing liquidity exactly when it’s scarcest… and getting paid in discounted Bitcoin for it. Let the shakeouts rattle the weak hands. Ground quakes? I don’t flinch. Weak hands chase crumbs. Strong hands earn real allocation. Stack through the noise. The sats always find their way to conviction.

Every day Bitcoin stays under 100k is a blessing for people who know how to capitalize on opportunity. The longer I stick around, the less intimidating the bears look. At this point it’s comical that I ever let fear in the room. Switching ships isn’t even a thought. Bitcoin is my lane, and abandoning it on a discount while everything else rallies would be pure doofus behavior.

It’s beyond pleb, I’m the BTC slump chump AKA BTC pump chump *conditions pending* the hype could go silent and I would still buy it because it is what it is until it isn’t. I got tired of being experimented on like a rat in a lab I found out not all experiments are made to get me to turn the wheels. Sometimes we experiment to see how the difference feels. The crowd and I will not always choose the same path in our flight to safety, it can be eerie, but beats getting trampled in the stampede.

Bitcoin’s volatility is like a rollercoaster, it’s way more fun when you throw your hands up instead of gripping the bar. I don’t own shares. I’m maximizing sats per self. Everything is what you choose to make it. I choose opportunity over comfort, and delayed gratification over noise. I’ve believed Bitcoin is undervalued for a long time now, and it would take a lot more than volatility to convince me otherwise.