What changes would you make to MLB rules.

I have stopped watching until they go with a laser strike zone. It’s too awful watching lopsided calls.

Also… back up the pitching mound 6 inches.

#Bitcoin was born and meant to be digital money.

Money is whatever you use as a “proxy” to exchange goods. Thus, everything can be money. Different type of money have different characteristics, like scarcity, durability and salability.

As of today, Bitcoin is the best form of money ever invented.

When you see it as an “investment” you are probably (just hypothetically) looking at it as “I want more dollars/euros/whatever”. When Bitcoin is money, then yes, the bitcoin you stack becomes saving.

Why saving in Bitcoin and not in dollars?

Because dollars are programmed to lose their value over time, thus making it a bad saving mean. Bitcoin, on the other hand, is programmed to keep its value over time (actually increasing your purchasing power), making it the best saving technology ever invented.

Does it make sense? Does it answer to your question?

I am really, really thankful for Bitcoin, and more importantly Bitcoiners.

You people have really inspired me to be my best, and to know that we all have a great and extraordinary task before us that we are manifesting into reality.

It is all becoming true, and with Bitcoiners we are going to right the wrongs of our world that are rooted in the lies and corruption that are fiat. Together we are going to free our people from this impossible problem that has been so graciously and serendipitously solved by Satoshi.

I thank all of you for helping me know that I have a mission and purpose in this world, and it is with all of you who share in this great quest that is to liberate other being into the sovereignty that Bitcoin provides and teaches to all of us.

We are on the way to a bitcoin standard the only question is how long will it take us to get through the mandibles time period

Try to do this daily too.

I absolutely love doing that.

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.

Amazon shareholders propose adding #Bitcoin to it's treasury

WILD

If you’re not from the northeast U.S. you probably don’t know what this is, but it’s legit one of my favorite things to spoon onto pizza or sandwiches. You can pretty much only find it in random stores within a 1 hour radius of central New Jersey, but Amazon sells it too. #foodstr

"ARE YOU STILL BUYING AT THESE PRICES?"

MOST STILL DO NOT GET IT.

WE STACK FOREVER.

GM!

GM 💯