With the Bitcoin ETFs you know you're just giving companies money so that they can buy their own Bitcoin and promise you dividends of fiat that will most likely be near worthless in the future, right? People know that right?
The ETF buyers are only interested in the gains they think they are going to make in fiat. They could give a shit less about Bitcoin or monetary freedom or they'd buy their own Bitcoin instead of helping companies buy it.
My First 3 Thoughts About Using Nostr.
1. The feed here feels clean, less like a firehose of nonsense, and more like an experience. Social media fatigue has been my biggest hurdle to trying something new. Between đ, Facebook, and Instagram, keeping up has been exhausting as a solopreneur. But this? Itâs like revisiting âOld ways, new days.â Honestly, itâs pretty damn cool to see a space that feels this refreshing. Iâm getting the late1990s AOL WaReZ room feels.
2. Letâs face itâŚthe way social media monetizes engagement is a dumpster fire, as it rewards spammy behavior, divisive posts, and clickbait nonsense. Here, the idea of people directly rewarding people feelsâŚright. It aligns incentives in a way that makes sense; over time, I think this will be what sets Nostr apart.
3. The overall vibe here? Optimistic. Itâs refreshing not to wade through the black-pilled doomers dominating đ these days. Over there, it feels like the loudest voices are just shouting their opinions into the voidâand honestly, Iâm over it. Here, the conversations feel constructive. People want to contribute something meaningful instead of just making noise.
Massive thanks to nostr:npub1sg6plzptd64u62a878hep2kev88swjh3tw00gjsfl8f237lmu63q0uf63m, nostr:npub1rtlqca8r6auyaw5n5h3l5422dm4sry5dzfee4696fqe8s6qgudks7djtfs, nostr:npub1s05p3ha7en49dv8429tkk07nnfa9pcwczkf5x5qrdraqshxdje9sq6eyhe, and nostr:npub1qny3tkh0acurzla8x3zy4nhrjz5zd8l9sy9jys09umwng00manysew95gx for staying on the gas about it. I should have listened to you guys much, much earlier âđ˝
Welcome home!
Yeah. I only got Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off. But, only 3 days to work and then off again for 4 days
Good morning and happy "Fuck I don't wann go back to work" day!!!
I love Christmas because of family. I could care less for the gifts. I just got done eating enough food to put a horse on its ass cuz my family throws it down lol. I think a lot of folks don't dig Christmas because of the commercialization. I dig Christmas because of the love
Merry Christmas bro!! Hope you're surfing time with loved ones and having a great day
A gift that doesn't need unwrapping!! Although would be cute with a ribbon and bow đ
Santa and the Moonshiner
Santa leaned back in his rocking chair, his round belly quivering with worry. It was the night before Christmas, and the unthinkable had happenedâone of the reindeer, Dasher, had come down with a terrible cold. The sleigh wouldn't fly without the full team. Mrs. Claus handed Santa a warm mug of cocoa, but even her kindness couldn't lift his spirits.
Meanwhile, in a small Appalachian town, a rugged man named Moonshine McCoy was perfecting his latest batch of festive brew. Moonshine, a local legend, had a heart as big as his copper stills and a knack for making magic out of chaos. That night, as Moonshine loaded jars of his holiday "peppermint punch" into his truck, he noticed a strange glow in the sky.
To his astonishment, it was Santa Claus, landing his sleigh in Moonshine's front yard. "Moonshine McCoy!" Santa called out, his voice booming. "I need your help! One of my reindeer is sick, and Iâve heard youâve got a way with... unconventional solutions."
Moonshine scratched his beard, thinking. "Well, Santa, I reckon I can whip up somethinâ special to get that sleigh flyin'. But itâll take some creativity."
The two got to work. In Moonshine's barn, jars of glowing moonshine were carefully poured into a makeshift harness attached to the sleigh. "This here concoction will act like rocket fuel," Moonshine explained. "But you gotta light the fuse with a bit of holiday cheer."
Santa nodded, a twinkle of hope returning to his eyes. He rallied the remaining reindeer, gave them each a sip of Moonshine's magical brew (non-alcoholic, of course), and took his place at the helm.
"Ho ho ho! Letâs see if this works!" Santa shouted as Moonshine lit a sparkler and tossed it into the moonshine-powered contraption. With a thunderous whoosh, the sleigh shot into the sky, faster than ever before.
Throughout the night, Santa and Moonshine worked as an unstoppable duo. Santa delivered presents, while Moonshine kept the magic flowing, refueling the sleigh at each stop. By dawn, every child in the world had their gifts, and Santa had a new friend.
As the sun rose over the snowy landscape, Santa turned to Moonshine with gratitude. "You saved Christmas, Moonshine. How can I ever repay you?"
Moonshine grinned. "Just bring me one of them fancy fruitcakes next year, Santa. And maybe tell folks about my peppermint punch!"
Santa laughed heartily, his jolly spirit fully restored. "Consider it done, my friend. Merry Christmas!"
And with that, Santa flew off into the morning sky, the faint smell of peppermint lingering in the air. Moonshine watched him go, his heart warm with the magic of the season.
Good morning and Merry Christmas #coffeechain #nostriches! I wish everyone a great day and I hope it's filled with love.
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In the snowy expanse of the North Pole, where candy canes grew like trees and snowflakes glistened with magical hues, there lived a sprightly elf named Elwood and a clever mouse named Whiskers. Elwood was a tinkerer, known for crafting the finest toys, while Whiskers, with his keen intellect and nimble paws, was the brains behind some of the most ingenious toy designs.
One crisp December evening, as the aurora borealis danced in the sky, a message arrived at Santaâs Workshop, carried by a frazzled Arctic tern. The note read: âSanta Claus is in danger. Captured by agents of the World Economic Forum. They plan to monopolize Christmas and turn it into a corporate event!â
The workshop erupted into chaos. Mrs. Claus tried to calm the elves, but the situation was dire. Without Santa, Christmas might never come.
Elwood and Whiskers, however, shared a knowing glance. This was their moment. With determination, Elwood grabbed his trusty wrench and a satchel of magical tools, while Whiskers donned his tiny goggles and packed his pocket-sized grappling hook.
âWeâll bring Santa back,â Elwood declared.
They set off in the Starry Sleigh, an experimental sled Elwood had been working on. Fueled by stardust and powered by the spirit of Christmas, it was fast and nearly invisible. Guided by Whiskersâ expertly drawn maps, the duo raced towards Geneva, where the World Economic Forumâs annual meeting was underway.
The Forumâs headquarters was an imposing glass fortress, guarded by drones and security teams. But Elwood and Whiskers had a plan. Under the cover of night, they infiltrated the building. Whiskers slipped through air vents, scouting ahead, while Elwood used his tools to disable security systems.
Deep within the building, they found Santa, locked in a high-tech cell surrounded by holographic projections of pie charts and profit margins.
âElwood! Whiskers!â Santa exclaimed, his eyes twinkling despite the predicament. âI knew youâd come.â
âWeâre getting you out of here,â Elwood said firmly.
But before they could act, Klaus Von Profit, the Forumâs CEO, appeared, flanked by stern-faced advisors. âYou naive creatures,â he sneered. âChristmas should be streamlined for maximum efficiency and profitability. No more handmade toys or personal touches. Itâs all about the bottom line now.â
Elwood stepped forward. âYou donât understand Christmas at all. Itâs about joy, generosity, and loveâthings no amount of money can buy.â
âAnd,â Whiskers added, dangling from a cable above, âitâs about clever mice outsmarting greedy humans.â
With that, Whiskers dropped onto a control panel, deploying a series of EMP grenades he had cobbled together. The building plunged into darkness. Elwood used his magical tools to break Santaâs cell, and the trio made a daring escape through the ventilation system.
Back in the Starry Sleigh, they soared into the night, leaving a trail of stardust. Santaâs laughter boomed as they returned to the North Pole, safe and triumphant.
That Christmas, the gifts seemed a little more heartfelt, the laughter a little louder, and the magic a little stronger. Elwood and Whiskers became legends among the elves, proving that the spirit of Christmas could overcome even the most daunting challenges.
#christmas #santaclaus #wef
Don't know why that last note posted 4 times lol.....
This is pretty col. I dig that @novia is doing this. Decentralized video hosting on #nostr I think. Kind of like #ipfs in a way
This is pretty col. I dig that @novia is doing this. Decentralized video hosting on #nostr I think. Kind of like #ipfs in a way
This is pretty col. I dig that @novia is doing this. Decentralized video hosting on #nostr I think. Kind of like #ipfs in a way
This is pretty col. I dig that @novia is doing this. Decentralized video hosting on #nostr I think. Kind of like #ipfs in a way
Good morning! Enjoying some "ASMR" with my java this morning :coffee: Hope you all have a boobtifu.. I mean beautiful day đ
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Good mernin', sunshine! Hope your day is blessed, beautiful. đ :coffeestr:
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I do and I have Alby Hub on it running alongside my lightning node
Probably going to be fiat broke after Christmas. Didn't even buy that much. Inflation is a bitch #fiat #inflation #Christmas.