I don’t need rate cuts to get more bullish on Bitcoin. Some do, and their demand will move the market more than mine, but my conviction stays the same regardless. If your financial future hinges on parsing a man’s words, tone, and demeanor just to decide where to park your money, that’s reason enough to opt out. I’ll keep taking profits into Bitcoin.

The real question, my friend: stack more sats, or stack more skills so you can stack even more sats?

Tiny Tim the lumberjack (me). It feels wrong to turn these trees into firewood; they’d make beautiful lumber. One day I’ll have the tools and skill to make that happen. Bitcoin will help me get there, but let’s be real: you can’t turn a tree into boards with sats alone. Still, if Bitcoin powered kilns ever become a thing, I’ll proudly say it touched every part of the process. I’m posting this partly to keep myself accountable: I’m too skinny for my own liking, and I’m grinding toward 200 lbs. Most of the chainsaw work is done. The old 041AV: 50+ years under its belt: still purrs like a kitten, but she refuses to hit WOT like she should. You can see the size of some of the cuts it chewed through. I was glad to get the axe swinging in its place. Maybe I overestimated how the saw would keep pace with a modern Husky 460 Rancher or Stihl MS291, but I’m holding out hope she’ll buck like new once I tune her right. Maybe I’ll grab an Alaskan mill down the line, but the real dream is a bandsaw mill. The 041AV might not be up for all that; it definitely carries its age, but I’ll push it as far as it’ll go. Wrapped up the day with some NY strips. Every ounce of me is worn out, so every ounce of steak counts.

Whales prove that even diamond hands can eventually melt into paper after decades of nonstop pressure and pumps. That’s not a bad thing: it’s redistribution. The coins move to hands that may not hold as much, but can value them just as deeply over the next decade. I believe in the slow burn of DCA. I’ve never stopped, but I also get it: when exposure grows large enough to tighten your collar, dips feel smaller, yet each one costs more. Every “buy the dip” is a harder pill to swallow. Maybe not everyone has a number, but everyone has a limit. I don’t worry about who’s buying or selling. I only know what I’m doing: pushing my limits, and every day, I wake up smiling, knowing why I’m here.

In a world of true peers, violence has no place. We don’t need identical thoughts, only equal standing. I don’t long for a compliant world, only a respectful one. Conflict is inevitable, but there are infinite better ways to resolve it than what we witnessed today. Trust sparingly, question everything as if it were a psyop, and pray for those burdened by tragedy. RIP Charlie Kirk.

Got her purring like a kitten, boy do I love this saw, it’s bitcoin color so you know it gets work done. It was designed pre fiat, I’ve determined it’s an early 70s model, don’t let the top shroud fool you, it is a 041AV farm boss, the original was damaged and replaced when it was ran over by a tractor in the 90s. The two tone color has grown on me and I’m not sure what the original actually looked like just that it was before Stihl went orange and was more reddish. I just need to sharpen the chain to razors then I’ll fly away like a witch on a broom.

Digital assets? That’s the fiat marketing gloss. I didn’t sign up for normalization. It’s Bitcoin or it’s fool’s Bitcoin. The pace feels slow, but slow is smooth, and smooth becomes fast. Still, Satoshi can’t help you if your bags are empty. I don’t watch who’s stacking or selling. My compass hasn’t shifted. Not stacking would feel like not brushing my teeth: neglecting the one habit that keeps me grounded in truth. #Bitcoin

I just orange pilled a potato. AMA.

The whole point of today was to get some more veelogs, but I’m regarded and only took pictures, however I’ll put them in chronological order and let yall imagine a cool video: 1. Caught up with my horse homie 2. Fought some vines for a fence 3. Some of the vines were muscadine and would probably make good wine 4. Found a toad friend 5. Vine with perfect crosshair pattern?! Never seen before. 6. Found the murder hornet nest and the reason they attacked me last time (I destroyed their nest taking the vines off) they weren’t there this time, must’ve moved on. 7. After getting all the vines removed you can tell the damage to the fence, I would have fixed it better but it started lightning/thundering and poured on me 8. Saw a fellow young buck (Satoshi confirmed? He ran aways when I asked if he made Bitcoin…seems like he’s hiding something…)

I didn’t get proof of all my work today, but boy was I productive: Bush hogged a field Cut up fallen tree and moved it to the fire pit with the tractor Bush hogged where tree was Weed whacked fence line Brush whacked jumanji grass by the river Took a fridge out of a house Removed doors Unloaded and installed new fridge

Bitcoin doesn’t care who you are: no VIPs, just conviction. When others stack more than me, I still benefit. Yet the incentives push me to hold tighter, work harder, stack deeper. Issuance shrinks every 4 years, but so does the pool of buyers who can grab even one day’s supply. I couldn’t buy 450 BTC tomorrow. But in 4 years, buying 225 in one stack will be even harder. Holding is simple in theory, brutal in practice. Bitcoin is volatile, yet strangely predictable.

Bitcoin isn’t just a price, it’s an index where the weights are set by those who commit energy: monetary or physical. It’s the only index open to anyone, anytime. Fiat crony capitalism is privatized gains and socialized losses. Bitcoin’s capitalism is pseudonymous risk, shared reward, and global skin in the game. #Bitcoin #WAGMI

What do you really want out of life? You can’t multi-sig existence: there’s no refund, no help desk at the end. Bitcoin helps me live, but it doesn’t tell me why. I spent years stacking without asking who I was stacking for. I forgot connection. I forgot humanity. Now I see the beauty in the bad, the sadness in the great. Nothing is what it seems until you know it, and to know, you must connect. Maybe the only thing worth stacking is bitcoin and friends. Don’t forget the latter.

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Weak hands create low prices, low prices attract strong hands, strong hands drive high prices, high prices invite weak hands. That cycle is as old as markets, but every time it turns, Bitcoin climbs higher. A rip past $125k wouldn’t shock me…but the sats I didn’t stack always do.

Which way, maxi? Stack into someone else’s treasury or spin up your own flywheel? The only person I trust with my Bitcoin, the only person I trust with my stack’s future, is myself; for better or worse. Call it big brain, smooth brain, or no brain at all…I’m still rocking it.

What if the deficit can’t be fixed? What if policy can’t be predicted? The more I stack, the less their decisions dictate my future. I’m not immune, but I’m insulated. Trade imbalances, fragile banks, systemic cracks…I don’t fully know how it all spills over, but I know Bitcoin is my buffer. Funny how the very reasons to buy it usually come packaged with a discount.

2.2 lb London broil going down🧘‍♂️

Bitcoin consolidates like its digesting, each pause stores fuel for the next surge. Institutional liquidity softens volatility, but every spike is a chance to front run those waiting for calm seas. Since 2009, Bitcoin’s only consistent trait has been shocking those who actually pay attention.

If you can’t make sense of the system, stack sats. Bitcoin’s not knocking, it’s swinging a bat, and every weak hand that sells only makes it tougher. This isn’t luck, it’s clarity. Playing it safe might be the riskiest move. I’m all in.