My trash collector delivers way more value on a daily basis than any other human being I know. And it isn't even close.

You will OBEY. Zap me when you see it.

Remnants of a family evening well spent. (Turn up volume.)

If you agree that cats are better than dogs, you need to google "WTC7" right NOW!

Seeking liberty? Turn left at central banking and keep going till you hit Bitcoin.

If you think taxes are theft, just wait until you learn about inflation.

Told I’m free until I read the fine print: 'Terms and Conditions Apply'.

To Paul, with love: Verse 1: Yo Sztorc, strap in, this $%^& 'bout to get lit, I'm the ghost of Satoshi, the top Bitcoin hit. You frontin' with that brain, like it's all so refined, But imma tear down that act, watch me leave you behind. Tryna mess with my chain? That's my masterpiece, son, But I'ma school your ass, 'til the lesson is done. Crafted a legend, that timechain's all mine, Your wack ideas? Just a comedy line. Chorus: Satoshi rolling deep, 'bout to annihilate, Sztorc, man you weak, your rep, I obliterate. Bitcoin's the throne, Sztorc, stay in your lane, Satoshi's spitting fire, watch it rain on your name. Verse 2: You question my rule, the might I ignite, Blinded by dumb, dude, you ain't even in the fight. Bitcoin's the royalty, Sztorc, best recognize, Your sad attempts? Just cheap, trashy lies. Sztorc, just bounce, you lookin' like a jester, Thinking you can touch Bitcoin? Check your barometer. I'm the OG, the one they all salute to, You? Just a joke, stuck in some fake deja vu. Chorus: Satoshi rolling deep, 'bout to annihilate, Sztorc, man you weak, your rep, I obliterate. Bitcoin's the throne, Sztorc, stay in your lane, Satoshi's spitting fire, watch it rain on your name. Verse 3: Man, you just a dot in my universe of reign, Hunting for clout, but all you catch is disdain. Bitcoin's my art, my mark, forever elite, You? Just a side character, feeling obsolete. I'll clown you hard, make you trip on this stage, Your tweaks on Bitcoin? Just a rage in a cage. You ain't the king, ain't the god of this train, Sztorc, your name? Just a fleeting stain. Chorus: Satoshi rolling deep, 'bout to annihilate, Sztorc, man you weak, your rep, I obliterate. Bitcoin's the throne, Sztorc, stay in your lane, Satoshi's spitting fire, watch it rain on your name.

Give me devs committed to literally taking their own lives like a disgraced samurai should their code harm Bitcoin. I hate all these entitled tweakers.

#Bitcoin, as it is today, with no tweaks, is sufficient to lift millions out of poverty and protect them from vile authoritarian theft. The burden of proof rests solely and completely on the tweakers. If they don't like the inconvenience of being expected to prove to the nth degree that their proposed changes will not introduce exploitable risks, then they are not to be taken seriously as contributors. Give me devs committed to literally taking their own lives like a disgraced samurai should their code harm Bitcoin. I hate all these entitled tweakers.

Dental pain blows.

Testing the Nostr Writer Obsidian plugin. Butter.

Give them 7 years as Bitcoiners, they'll be dumping those shit coins (real estate) in favor of Bitcoin.

Any Wheeland Bros fans out here? #tunestr

Mine already know.

Being a good man is not the same as being good at being a man. The journey to just be good is shorter, simpler, and much less risky than the one to master manliness.

Metric system proponents are the vegans of measurement.

One day you wake up and realize that logic and deduction alone reveal more about human actions than empirical evidence ever has.

Perfection: