When the price pumps, you don’t get lambos. You get check engine lights. Few.
Interesting article in the Fiat Times.
Saifedean has been articulating this stuff for years but I like Cory Doctorow's turn of phrase here, 'enshittification'.
#Bitcoin #Fiat
https://www.ft.com/content/6fb1602d-a08b-4a8c-bac0-047b7d64aba5?sharetype=blocked
Paywalled.
nostr:npub1s33sw6y2p8kpz2t8avz5feu2n6yvfr6swykrnm2frletd7spnt5qew252p I saw recently that some economist published an article of some kind, stating that 401ks need to be taxed in order to service social security.
Pitting the boomers against Gen X. Nice.
That’s what we need. Generational strife.
I hate casinos.
I make weekly/bi-weekly deliveries to many casinos and I cannot emphasize enough how much more miserable everyone is. Inheritances are being pissed away by boomers and minority groups that constantly whine about how they’ve been oppressed.
Government education is a retard factory. Trust me. I should know.
Wisdom and knowledge are preferred to refined silver and gold. Fools are soon parted with their silver and gold. The same will be true of bitcoin.
This just means we should donate for wise memes.
We are zapping a future day’s wages for memes.
Carry on.
#m=image%2Fjpeg&dim=1068x1335&blurhash=_NO%7BprO%3D-Y8%7COt%252%25f.mn%3AI9tR%25KbvogUArE.9tmr%5EX8i%5EDNt%2Co%24aQNHR5tQwaY6o%7Dt6adRjRQM%5ErXMdRkn-XRjr%253a0WEfktQfiWUNgRPxsRjM%7Cogoz-%3DX4kCROe-t6kD&x=997a18bf97124758fc74759cae730a2845640f0d772d1d1ee003b504b4d80bd0There is no top!
How many tears can a suit soak up?
How many of you used to/still dip tobacco?
I bet cigarettes are more popular amongst Bitcoiners.
Come and take it, Pocahontas.
Aaron - The Temple, George Herbert
Holiness on the head,
Light and perfections on the breast,
Harmonious bells below, raising the dead
To lead them unto life and rest:
Thus are true Aarons drest.
Profaneness in my head,
Defects and darkness in my breast,
A noise of passions ringing me for dead
Unto a place where is no rest:
Poor priest, thus am I drest.
Only another head,
I have, another heart and breast,
Another music, making live, not dead,
Without whom I could have no rest:
In him I am well drest.
Christ is my only head,
My alone-only heart and breast,
My only music, striking me ev'n dead,
That to the old man I may rest,
And be in him new-drest.
So, holy in my head,
Perfect and light in my dear breast,
My doctrine tun'd by Christ (who is not dead,
But lives in me while I do rest),
Come people; Aaron's drest.
How many tears can a three-piece suit soak up? Asking for a friend on Wall Street.
Won’t there be signs? We won’t be nearly as miserable as others.
How many tears can a three piece suit soak up?
How long before charts like this cause worry because you know it makes you a target?