The serpent is the hero, not the villain. He’s the first philosopher, the first rebel, the first liberator. The act of eating from the Tree of Knowledge represents a rebellion against imposed morality, blind obedience, and the unquestioned authority of a supposed divine order. This is the birth of the free spirit.

The Tax Poem Tax his land, Tax his bed, Tax the table at which he's fed. Tax his tractor, Tax his mule, Teach him taxes are the rule. Tax his work, Tax his pay, He works for peanuts anyway! Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his pants, Tax his coat. Tax his ties, Tax his shirt, Tax his work, Tax his dirt. Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink, Tax him if he tries to think. Tax his cigars, Tax his beers, If he cries tax his tears. Tax his car, Tax his gas, Find other ways to tax his ass. Tax all he has, Then let him know, That you won't be done till he has no dough. When he screams and hollers, Then tax him some more, Tax him till he's good and sore. Then tax his coffin, Tax his grave, Tax the sod in which he's laid. Put these words Upon his tomb, 'Taxes drove me to my doom...' When he's gone, Do not relax, Its time to apply the inheritance tax.

The elderly, who drain the lifeblood of the young through state coercion, often slander young men in a particular way. They claim that youth means inexperience and a lack of wisdom, insisting that caution only comes with age. They label young men as reckless, headstrong, and overconfident. But this is nothing more than a cunning tactic used by older men to maintain control over younger, sharper minds.

I can’t stand statists, but bitcoiners who buy into statist ideas and voting are even worse—they’re a total letdown. I expected more from them, but they’re nothing but a disappointment.