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Tricks with polynomials and Riemann-Roch spaces. Breaking into the platonic realm to pillage forbidden abstractions. Starknet grantee.

The UX of the client Im using (primal) is way better than the warpcast client. Im amazed at the concepts of zaps and that they work at all (I thought the app store didn’t allow this kind of thing). I’ll start digging into the nitty gritty of the protocol but I already like what I see.

Im a cryptographer and developer researching zero knowledge stuff. Im particularly interested in StarkNet’s focus on scaling bitcoin by implementing a circle plonk verifier in bitcoin script (OP_CAT pending). I value decentralization, censorship resistance and sovereignty. Ive been a long time btc (2015) and eth (2017) holder and developer. I hang out on the farcaster protocol (ethereum) and looking for another home away from centralized social networks in Nostr. Nice to meet you!

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"Trumpenkrieg: Memecoins of the End Times, or the Psychedelic Death of Empire"

The timeline fractures; reality itself feels like a sharded chain on the brink of a network-wide reorg. Trump, the self-proclaimed god-emperor of the most deranged empire since Caligula, has launched a Solana-based coin—$TRUMP—and the crypto world is set ablaze. Bitcoin maxis are frothing at the mouth, screaming “shitcoiners!” at anyone daring to touch the orange man's token. Their Copium reserves are running dry as they tweet endlessly about Bitcoin's "immaculate conception," while BTC itself trudges forward, weighed down by the chains of its ossified idealism.

On the Ethereum side of the battlefield, Vitalik has donned his Milady PFP, a signal to his inner cadre: “It’s wartime.” The Ethereum Foundation scrambles to patch the ship, but you can feel it—somewhere deep in the belly of the beast, the cold sweat of envy as BTC pumps, SOL rockets, and ETH… lags. The smug ETH is money narrative is wearing thin as the degens ask the unthinkable: What if we’re not the main character anymore? Farcaster types maintain their outward calm, but we see them for what they are: detached, autistic feminized wef soyboy monks in the temple of Vitalik, quietly coping as they watch SOL baggers make obscene gains. The cracks are showing, and one wonders: when will they ape?

Solana?

It’s Sparta—an underdog warrior-state, fast, efficient, brutal. Solana doesn’t care for the old rules. It doesn’t care for decentralization purity tests. And now it’s hosting $TRUMP, the most brazen psyop of our time. The network thrives on the chaos, thriving as a hyper-optimized battleground for degens. It welcomes the smoke and mirrors, the infighting, the accusations of centralization. The coins pump, the validators validate, and the narrative shifts in its favor. Solana is laughing as it prints its own empire in real-time.

Meanwhile, Nostr is seething. If Solana is Sparta, Nostr is a wandering barbarian tribe, banging their spears against the gates of every citadel. They loathe the rotting Rome that is X, despise $TRUMP (the ultimate shitcoin psyop), and declare themselves the only true sons of decentralization. They are angry because no one is listening to them, but they’ll die on their hill nonetheless, their ideals pure, even if it means watching their dreams burn alongside them.

X, the once-proud empire of Caesar is now a circus of clowns, with Elon at the helm, scattering edicts from Kyovashad's Cathedral of Light. X claims neutrality, yet it dabbles in every faction’s schemes, laughing and weeping as the algorithm shoves memes, psyops, and rage-bait into the veins of its users. The plebs chant “Doge,” the patricians whisper of shadowbans, and everyone seems to know that the glory days are long gone. X is a corpse animated by momentum, yet somehow, it still stirs the pot.

We, the schizoposters and shitlords, document this madness from the trenches. We see the psyops unfold, the factions clash, and the degens ape. The war for crypto’s soul is raging, and the stakes are clear: narrative dominance, memetic superiority, and bags heavier than Roman gold.

Milady.

Neal Stephenson's historical fiction is better than his science fiction.

Ah sorry Its the downloading of the archive thats a pain. I have a ton of old pics in there from when I was young and stupid lol

I’ve tried many times to delete facebook but they make the process so slow and cumbersome I end up giving up. Have to try again!

It’s so good! I saw it pretty recently and it became an instant favorite