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Just learned that there are people who think this is a Bitcoin crash 🤣🤣

I literally just finally started feeling reeeaally bullish today.

Can we please grow up and stop with the disgusting, childish nonsense that paying taxes is something that’s good for the country or helps people in any way?

CLIENTS (APPS) DO NOT STORE THE MESSAGES.

RELAYS STORE MESSAGES. CLIENTS FETCH MESSAGES FROM RELAYS.

YOU MAY FIND THE OVERVIEW BELOW HELPFUL:

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IT IS IMPORTANT TO CALL OUT BULLSHIT. WHEN YOU SEE WRONG, SHINE A LIGHT ON IT.

BUT DO NOT COMPLAIN. DO NOT BEG FOR CHANGE.

BUILD BETTER ALTERNATIVES. BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE.

New BIP alert: I hereby propose we change "sats" to "fucks."

One bitcoin equals 100,000,000 fucks.

How much is that coffee? Oh, it's 10,000 fucks.

Can't afford it though. I don't have any fucks to give.

I will always be a Class of 2011 bitcoiner at heart. I came here looking for an alternative to the dollar, and immediately recognized the potential.

I stayed for digital gold, which was easy to grasp. I was already using gold & silver as savings & money long before Bitcoin existed.

Wall Street, billionaire investors, nation state Bitcoin adoption - none of this excites or inspires me.

I draw inspiration from normal people using Bitcoin to pull themselves out of debt, or to escape government tyranny. People who use better money to work around the existing systems that hold them down.

I'm glad there are people who think about the much bigger picture, but that's me.

Forever a #Bitcoin pleb. 🧡

When I was 18, I was severely depressed. With good reason. I’d fucked up high school. Drugs and drinking had a hold on me. My grades were shit. My friends were addicts. My mother, a schizophrenic, was having a serious year-long episode. She was institutionalized. Wrapped her car around a telephone pole. Almost died. The cops were at our house a lot. My father was dead inside. Burnt out, and numb. Numb. There was severe emotional neglect and chaos throughout my childhood. I had no hope for the future. Completely lost, purposeless, and drifting. Purposeless. Drifting. I wasn’t fully suicidal. Like there weren’t any plans in place, but I thought about it a lot. A voice in the back of my mind told me there had to be a way out. I know now that it was god speaking to me.

I listened to that voice. I stopped doing drugs. I drank less. I began to hike every day in the mountains by myself. The sun, the air, the solitude. I loaded up an old iPod. I listened to the Beatles, a lot of classical music, and audiobooks. I didn’t hang out with my friends anymore. I just hiked every day by myself. I got a shitty fast-food job. I used to stay late to clean and just think about my life. I enjoyed the structure. Soon, they made me the assistant manager. I was the only one who was dependable, I guess. I went to community college. I actually applied myself for the first time ever. I got straight A’s. I hooked up with a lot of girls, that was helpful for my mood and self-esteem. I used my grades to get into a good college. I wanted to get across the country. To get away from it all. I went to Chicago.

College was fun. There were lots of girls, lots of parties. I was in film school and actually interested in what I was learning. Everything was amazing. My family is from rural Illinois. I used to visit my grandfather on the weekends sometimes. He was one of my favorite people. In the winter, he got sick. We found out he had leukemia. I got depressed again. I stopped going to college. I spent a lot of time out in the country. It felt more important to be with him as he died. I was there when he passed.

I came home for the summer. The great financial crisis was going on. My friend got one of those Obama new home buyer loans, so we spent the summer having parties and playing beer pong in his garage. One night, the girl I was going to marry walked in. I knew it right away. I didn’t feel like going back to Chicago. So I stayed and went to state school. I started dating the girl that would one day become my wife. I still was partying too much. Binge drinking. I couldn’t escape the feeling I was wasting my potential. Fucked around and did DMT one day. Blast off. Full-on cosmic panic attack. The overarching message: “Your time here on Earth is temporary. So get to work.”

Fuck, okay. So I got serious about my life… again, and I changed everything… again. I had been lazy and unmotivated. I began to focus intently on my craft. I attended every lecture. I made connections. I worked on everyone’s sets. I won the school film festival. I started a production company with a friend while still in school. It took off. We were making good money. We dropped out and did the business full time. I asked the girl to marry me. She said yes.

I found Bitcoin. I took all the profits from the business and put it into Bitcoin. I convinced my fiancé to put her salary into Bitcoin too. We were frugal to the point of being weirdos. We bought a little condo, and we got married. Bitcoin went up like crazy. We had a kid. Bitcoin went down like crazy. My father got sick. We took care of him when he died. I assumed responsibility for my mother. We had another kid. My wife’s parents got divorced, and my mother-in-law was left penniless. I assumed responsibility for her as well. My mother had another multi-year schizophrenic episode. Cops, hospitals, chaos. Then she got cancer. We had another kid. After a short battle with cancer, my mother died.

Then Bitcoin crashed 80% again. We had our fourth kid. For the first time in a long time, nothing happened. It was quiet. Bitcoin steadily rose. I spent time with the kids. There was no chaos. Just peace.

When Bitcoin hit 100k. I took a look around at my loving wife, our warm home decorated for Christmas, my four beautiful children, and I felt that it had all been worth it.

Whatever you’re going through…

Keep going.

What really gets me sometimes, is these losers that run to their government to save them. Instead of just saying F it, I made mistake and it won’t happen again.

Rewards were higher in the past, but the card issuers were getting wind of what was happening and tried to close the gap. I was doing a PayPal trick for a while with bills that was awesome.

That said I think people complain too much and always compare it to a credit card. This is a **debit** card so you can use it in tandem, and some ACH will now pay rewards too. The spins have stopped being a thing mostly except for promotional stuff.

Since the beginning and to this day though, the sats back on gift cards is the best part. The 0.5% (with boosts ever so often) on the normal card is just icing. I’ve never had it not more than pay for itself, if you use it as your main card you can seriously stack sats with it.

Thats just my experience though.

This is the easiest hack for more #Bitcoin that I know

Been stacking like crazy on all of my Christmas shopping, & with the wife on a 2nd card now we’ve doubled down on @fold_app

Boosts are awesome for the holidays!

(And yes that’s .3 BTC just for using their debit card and gift cards… literally)

BitcoinAudible.com/fold if you aren’t doing this yet.

Good news: Six months into a training program and I have to get rid of nearly all my clothes.

Bad news: I hate shopping for clothes. 😂

PROGRESS! 💪🔥