I can’t wait for the day when I’m sitting on sitting on a pile of satoshis that collateralizes me into the fuck you money category. I’m a fully regarded bit-tard who couldn’t rehypothicate my way out of a paper bag. Yet, here I stand like King David with my sling ready to topple the giant. The purposefully opaque financial jargon of Trad-fi and money printing are the tools used by unconscionable psychopaths to trap workers into an endless cycle chasing an ever diminishing yield on their time and energy. In short in a fiat regime we are all wage slaves. Now I’m the rehypothicator, rehypothicating my fiat currency into bitcoin. I was a refugee from the battle of GameStop looking for a homeland in which the abstraction of my time and energy would be treated with love and respect. I’ve found it in Bitcoin. God bless Satoshi and God bless bitcoin.