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Replying to Avatar Tomer Strolight

Bitcoin Is Where We Draw the Line

In a time where hell has been unleashed on earth through the internet - porn, doom scrolling, black pills, psyops, fake news, AI slop, propaganda, and more - up shows Bitcoin to deliver on the prophecy of the early Internet pioneers: Leaderless, decentralized, censorship resistant, unstoppable.

It anchors information to real world energy and effort, bridging the divide that saw digital offerings hoover up the value of physical efforts, and thereby turning our physical selves into data profiles whose purpose is to be harvested and exploited by algorithms meant to ensnare us through recommendation engine algorithms and fleece us through advertising we are psychologically unable to resist.

Bitcoin severs these and more undesirable interdependencies.

Entrepreneurs don’t need VCs who will contort their business for an exploitive exit. They need bitcoin, which will help them achieve their long term goals and reward entrepreneurs who don’t betray or exploit their clientele.

Workers, or to put it more clearly, those who provide their time, energy and creativity to an enterprise they don’t own, don’t need 401ks and IRAs, which lock up their money until retirement. They need Bitcoin which gives them sovereignty over their wealth, to spend or save when they choose.

Shareholders don’t need public markets to cash out. They need Bitcoin dividends to reward them with durable value for building durable value.

Cities don’t need taxation to maintain local public infrastructure. They need Bitcoin to attract entrepreneurs, workers, companies and shareholders who want to build value locally and globally for the long term and to live in a thriving, hopeful and valuable community.

Bitcoin will be the line in the sand drawn to say ā€œthis stops hereā€, whether it’s a physical boundary or a temporal one (ā€œthis stops nowā€). It ends the processes that fuel and feed corrupt bureaucrats, politicians, regulators , businessmen and all the parasites who add difficulty to the healthy functioning of the human race. It restores healthy functions that thrive when freedom reigns: Functions like genuine entrepreneurship; hard honest work in the service of real demands; well capitalized profitable companies; peaceful, largely crime free cities.

When people and businesses can transact freely, their incentives align to create sustainable value and ever-improving quality of life through innovation that consumers value and frequent.

When bureaucrats, lawmakers, politicians and regulators interfere with that free transacting, the incentives instead align with using regulation and law as a weapon against producers, outcompeting them by binding them in red tape instead of by offering a superior product at better prices. Bitcoin ends this.

If justice is no longer the business of government (because it is distracted in unjustly rigging the market to benefit the businesses that help it get elected) people and businesses lose the incentive to act justly.

But thanks to Bitcoin, no longer do you have to look around and shrug your shoulders saying ā€œwhat can anyone do?ā€ about the mounting problems civilization faces.

Now you can do something yourself. You can draw a line around yourself, your family, your household, your business, your idea, your passion - your life.

Yours again. Yours at last. To begin anew with all your hopes and desires restored. To pursue your real dreams, not some frivolous pursuit that marketers and celebrities have sold you. A dream where you love what you do, who you do it with, who you do it for, in common purpose with those who share or value your dream.

Dream on dreamer. And make your dreams come true by making a choice that makes dreamers’ dreams come true - by taking the freedom to get obstructions and naysayers out of the way and taking on the responsibility and work to master your craft so that you can build that which you dream of.

So very well said! Thank you, Tomer.

Hey Natalie ... meaningful conversation, glad to hear about your own spiritual journey. There was a moment, when you said that you thought people were good at their core, and wondered how all the evil sneaks in. The Bible says that man's heart is the problem, and that hearts are evil and sinful. That is why we need a savior ... that's why Jesus came to earth ... to redeem us through His death and resurrection. I know you know this, simply trying to be helpful. Keep up the mission!

Well, it doesn't seem like smaller phones are going to be produced anytime soon. You might be surprised how well phones run once they're de-googled. Battery life is amazing.

Get yourself a new Pixel 5 on eBay, and degoogle it with iodƩ os.

Matthew ... just wanted to let you know, how much my family and I have appreciated your leadership. There may be a few who have tired of your continuing work in exposing/explaining the Core 30 release, but we are very thankful for you!

Replying to Avatar nat brunell

Like so many of you, I’ve been having a very difficult time processing the senseless act of evil and violence that took Charlie Kirk’s life.

Charlie was a man of deep faith, and I take comfort in my belief that his soul is now experiencing eternal peace with his Creator. What has weighed most heavily on my heart all week is not just the loss of his inspiring voice, but thinking about his wife Erika and her unimaginable pain, and their two beloved children – who are far too young to understand why their father won’t be coming home. Seeing Erika grieving beside his casket and hearing that their daughter has been asking ā€œwhere is daddy?ā€ has gutted me.

A coward robbed them of life’s most precious and priceless gifts: growing old together, watching their children grow, and building memories as a family.

I don’t often speak on politics publicly because things have become so divided and frankly because I have been disenchanted by both parties throughout my life. I’ve chosen to stay in my lane because the one thing that has given me hope in this broken world is Bitcoin. Not because it belongs to one side or the other, but because I believe it is something that we can all eventually get behind together.

What truly unites us are deeper truths: freedom, connection, love, faith, and hope. Charlie understood this.

I firmly believe the deeper source of our division, and the despair we see everywhere today, is a symptom of the corruption of our money. When money is monopolized for the benefit of a select few and stripped of its integrity, everything in society begins to erode – our morals, our responsibility, our long-term vision, even our sense of purpose. That is the world we live in today, where too many young people have lost hope.

And yet Charlie rose in that moment. He awakened a movement of young people who were handed a mountain of debt, broken institutions, and a world stripped of trust, and he inspired them to believe in a better future. That’s extraordinary.

Charlie embodied so much of what our community aspires to: courage, truth, responsibility. And I have long believed that he was poised to become one of Bitcoin’s strongest and most eloquent advocates.

There are two things you cannot kill: a soul, and an idea. I pray deeply for Charlie’s soul, and I know the ideas he championed will live on in the hearts of millions.

I pray for his family, his friends, his community, and his followers. He left behind a lasting and important legacy. And because of him, I believe more people will be moved to find purpose and peacefully fight for their freedoms, in whatever ways they can. God bless Charlie.

As a dear friend so eloquently put it: Charlie will now do his work from above, and it’s up to us to take it from here.

Thank you, Nat ... well said from your heart!

An old man going a lone highway,

Came, at the evening cold and gray,

To a chasm vast and deep and wide,

The old man crossed in the twilight dim,

The sullen stream had no fear for him;

But he turned when safe on the other side

And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,

"You are wasting your strength with building here;

Your journey will end with the ending day,

Yon never again will pass this way;

You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide,

Why build this bridge at evening tide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head;

"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,

"There followed after me to-day

A youth whose feet must pass this way.

This chasm that has been as naught to me

To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;

He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;

Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!" - will dromgoole

If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray, seek my face, turn from their wicked ways ... then will I hear from heaven, forgive their sins, and heal their land, If my people will humble themselves and pray.

"Wisdom begins with respect for the Lord, and understanding begins with knowing the Holy One." Proverbs 9

Matthew sacrifices self interest in order to take truth where it is so badly needed.

Replying to Avatar SatsMan

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Rest in Power, Mountain of the King

Life is a cycle—unbroken, eternal.

A sacred rhythm of becoming and unbecoming.

Birth and death. Expansion and collapse. Inhale, exhale.

I’ve come to understand this more clearly in these past few days, since losing my father.

The pain is sharp. But so is the peace that comes from seeing the pattern.

The universe does not waste a moment. It transforms everything.

Cells die and are reborn.

Thoughts fade and rise again.

Stars go supernova and from their dust, new stars ignite.

This is not tragedy. This is design.

And within that design—we are brief flashes of light.

Unique, powerful, fleeting.

My father was one of those flashes.

He lived for 70 years—1955 to 2025.

And what a fire he was.

He called himself Emine Oğlu Ahmetā€”ā€œAhmet, son of Emineā€ā€”with pride and honor.

And I called him Mountain of the King, because he stood like one.

Unshakeable. Majestic. Timeless.

The last photo I have of him… it’s golden.

His presence captured like the sun at golden hour—radiant, vivid, and alive.

Yes, time moves.

We follow our ambitions.

We build things. We chase dreams.

And in doing so, we sometimes drift.

Not because we don’t love—but because life demands sacrifice.

I called him. I loved him. Always.

But now, looking back… I wish I had visited more.

Time is the rarest coin we’ll ever spend.

And it spends itself fast.

Today is day three of my water fast.

And in this emptiness, I have found a fullness.

A silence that hums like a secret.

A stillness where my father’s voice echoes more clearly than ever.

Before I sleep tonight, I will drink one glass of water.

And I will send a prayer to his soul—pure, eternal, indestructible.

Let us all pray for him now, together:

Emine Oğlu Ahmet,

May your soul be free.

May your heart be light.

May the next chapter of your existence be even more majestic than the last.

You were never just a man.

You were a mountain.

You are the wind now, the stars, the rhythm of the sea.

Rest in power, Mountain of the King.

You will never be forgotten.

You live on through every heartbeat that remembers you,

Every flame that refuses to die.

And to those reading this—every repost, every like, every comment is a prayer.

Every boost is a whisper to the universe on his behalf.

Your kindness will be repaid in zaps āš”ļø in grace, in gratitude that echoes forever.āš”ļøāš”ļøāš”ļøāš”ļø

Rest well, baba.

We carry you forward. Always.

Oglun.

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#sgmm šŸ«¶āš”ļøāš”ļøāš”ļøāš”ļø

I AM FEELING GENEROUS I MIGHT ZAP RAIN ā˜”ļø ALL RENOTES WHEN IS REACH 70 then 1955 then 195570… surprise zaps along the way. Not 24 hours I meant like buzzbot claims. For ever pray to my dads soul. In every religion because he was open minded to others. My favorite pictures of him. Baba Beni hissediyorsan bilki Seni SEVIYORUM ve hakkini helal et bana deger verip hatta hayat verip. šŸ«¶šŸ˜ƒšŸ™

Nothing like your own Dad, to show you to the Father. 🧔