Nervous for my timeline dudes, no one has less right to be as upset than us spoiled 21 century easy lifers. Came on for some encouragement, people who love their life, and show proof of work and instead we have: -OLD bitcoin ideas chanted off-tune by NEW nyms. -ThinkBoi OG's with suburban calls to action beyond their real courage, still no proof of work, ever. Just books and articles and ranting. -Fiat commentary. Never asked for. Infinite supply energy. -Random moral judgement of huge historical situations BIGGER than the person judging them. Revisionist histories of the quality and skill of the uneducated and unwise. This is all piss weak, and is REPELLENT and discouraging behavior. Is this NOSTR or is this Bitcoin Twitter with relays? In order to not become what I hate - I found a real classic car yesterday. Never thought these moment happened in life. We'll be restoring and turning into a Lawless style hotrod.

Bitcoin is not a weapon And it is absolutely NOT a religion.

No seriously. It's this easy to marry a pleb. This is the competition. Unvaxxed sperm should not be this cheaply spent. For shame for shame.

imagine loving a ball SO much, you have to put in it with your food. He's nearly 5, this is a male adult HAHAHA.

I know I'm going to win, because my will to live, is stronger than my enemies dread their death. I welcome my death, if it's on a moral path, it is glorious to die. Had the enemy gained an identity, and it's own will to live, things would be far harder. On earth, matters come down to force of will - not violence. Force of arms cannot regulate the Truth, and those who fight for lies and fear of death can only rule in hell. God above is the only arbiter for human actions. Other humans are just other Pilgrims, or lower still, reactive animals.

The Shitcoin mindset, described through Satan himself, in Paradise Lost... Imagine a Shitcoiner, who dared to ask for more than their virtue provided. Heaven seems hard won. The arrogance. To think yourself better than the Truth, that you can make your own wherever you please. Now, hear Satan's words, just struck down from Heaven, crushed and thunderstuck on the floor. Dusting himself off, gathering all his little muggy loser mates. Hiding around the corner in a formless shithole, starts to get cocky again. He says: “Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells! Hail horrors, hail Infernal world! And thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor: one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same? And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th’ Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, although in Hell: Better to reign in Hell (Shitcoin Bags), than serve in Heaven (stay humble and stack Bitcoin).” (Paradise Lost, Book 1, Lines 249–263)

Am addressing.

I have no parents; I make the heavens and earth my parents. I have no home; I make awareness my home. I have no life or death; I make the tides of breathing my life and death. I have no divine power; I make honesty my divine power. Heaven on Earth, Awareness, Breathing, Honesty. Hopelessly difficult With hope, entirely do-able. GM GFY NOSTARDs

Day 2 on a new woodland. Weather looks solid for <90 or <110 IQ so we'll be fine.

Fix the Money Fix the World One conditional argument OR two non competing mission statements?

“I am not afraid of a person who knows 10,000 kicks. But I am afraid of a person who only knows one kick but practices it 10,000 times.” They are afraid of us. Ranks and ranks of tired rejects, the highly regarded. The phony tough and the crazy brave. The real ones, the Larpers, the renters, the ghisters, the nyms, the CNBCers, the plebs, and the chads. United on one thing: our incorruptible money. ALL arguments within at topic, are equally a demonstration of a shared agreement under it. Be weird from first principles and unequivocal - or you're gonna start sticking out. GM Fellow strong coffee slurpers...

They launched Shitcoins before they free'd Ross. Fuck these clowns.

GM Brothers. Thus I will honour pious men whose virtue shines so bright (Though none are more amazed than I when I by chance do right), And I will pity foolish men for woe their sins have bred (Though ninety-nine per cent. of mine I brought on my own head). And, Amorite or Eremite, or General Averagee, The NOSTARDS, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

This is being addressed as a business problem in the UK. Await further orders, fellow sovereigns.... Standby, standby....

Shoutout to the 108k Gang you've been waiting weeks for this moment - savor it.