Question for my fellow plebs:
What type of writings do you find most valuable for potential #BitcoinOutLoud episodes of #AnotherFuckingBitcoinPodcast ?
1) Classic, foundational writing that is Bitcoin-adjacent (on money, the State, inflation, etc.) from folks like Hayek, Mises, Rothbard, etc.
2) Modern writings that are directly about #Bitcoin from Bitcoiners like Gigi, Lyn Alden, Saif, etc.
I’m trying to figure out what will be most valuable for both Bitcoiners inside the echo chamber AND pre-coiners outside the echo chamber.
I lean toward prioritizing more of the classic pieces, because I think understanding the nature of money and the State is extremely important to understanding why Bitcoin is so important and revolutionary, but I want to hear from you.
I will ultimately do a mix of both, so this question is about prioritizing because my time is scarce.
Examples of each type I’ve done so far:
1)
Hayek: https://fountain.fm/episode/xpYJVxzxs38g4Ov5GTRn
Rothbard: https://fountain.fm/episode/gagULntQPzMbfTkoPDfJ
2)
Gigi: https://fountain.fm/episode/0q6kWdRLhikMVlAlaCDv
Daniel Batten Greenpeace rebuttal: https://fountain.fm/episode/d9oSi19H37TY6eht1uV0
Any feedback is greatly appreciated.
#AskNostr
All our hero’s are dead.
💪🏼❤️
Run it back Turbo!
Bom dia.
Não há um dia que passe, que não me admire com a genialidade por trás da criação da Bitcoin.
Não há um dia que passe que não me admire com estupidez dos que me rodeiam em não perceberem a importância da Bitcoin.
Sejam humildes, trabalhadores, gentis e juntem sats.
Happy bicycle day. 
Bom dia. Sejam humildes, gentis e juntem sats.
“Tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo”
Bom dia
Yes, please.
TY
Satoshi Nakamoto > Carl Marx
Bitcoin é dinheiro para pobres.
Bom dia.
Bom dia.
Sejam humildes e juntem sats.
I remember when I read this post. Had chills.
How I Zap? Don’t get it.
Bom dia.
Sejam humildes, gentis e juntem sats.
A bruta mina entre os cascalhos vela...
Amo-te assim, desconhecida e obscura, Tuba de alto clangor, lira singela, Que tens o trom e o silvo da procela E o arrolo da saudade e da ternura!
Amo o teu viço agreste e o teu aroma De virgens selvas e de oceano largo! Amo-te, ó rude e doloroso idioma,
Em que da voz materna ouvi: "meu filho!" E em que Camões chorou, no exílio amargo, O gênio sem ventura e o amor sem brilho!
Ouro nativo, que na ganga impura