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Jonathan
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"For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it." Patrick Henry "More law, less justice". Cicero

I still struggle with fiat world shame of wealth. In my fiat job I interact with the top 1% and a lot (if not most) are lazy and ignorant and only survive on fiat handouts from the money printer.

Wealthy bitcoiners are hard working, value creating super humans that are humble and sincere and honest.

It's hard for me to even say I'm in Bitcoin for the price because it sounds tainted, but it's not, it's literally saying I want to add more value to world then I take out.

Going to try and be better at thinking this way and celebrate the achievements of this incredible community.

https://fountain.fm/episode/2pMf6Uz8veMmxdIkWEgl

nostr:npub1h2qfjpnxau9k7ja9qkf50043xfpfy8j5v60xsqryef64y44puwnq28w8ch having trouble revealing private key, I can input my password but it doesn't ever reveal the private key, FYI

Replying to Avatar Carl B Menger

I have yet to share my personal #Bitcoin journey, but I believe now is the right time to do so. It marks the beginning of my descent into the Bitcoin rabbit hole and, much like the Bitcoin White Paper itself, my story is closely tied to the financial crisis of 2008.

This account is deeply personal, laced with self-pity and a sense of stupidity. That's why I've kept it private and not even shared it with my closest friends, but I think it's important to share it now with you. Giving back to a community I received so much in the previous years. All too often, those who fall victim to the shortcomings of the fiat system internalize the guilt, unaware that they are being taken advantage of by a corrupt fiat system.

My parents, hardworking individuals who dedicated their lives to building their own business from scratch, had little time to acquire financial education. In the early 2000s, they were advised — like many companies and individuals in Austria — to finance their company/house with a Swiss franc loan. The arrangement was complex and opaque, involving multiple loan accounts and significant commissions for both the bank and our financial advisor. My parents, trusting the system, unknowingly became entangled in a speculative gamble, exacerbated by the euro's introduction and the franc's relative strength over time. It turns out that debt in a strong currency and income in a rapidly depreciating currency have only one outcome: Default over time.

As a result of the financial crisis of 2008, the Swiss National Bank could no longer suppress the upward pressure on the franc in 2014 and the fallout was inevitable. Overnight, my family faced a substantially larger loan burden than initially anticipated, to threaten us to file bankruptcy and lose everything we worked for in the previous decade. This devastating turn of events — driven by corrupt banking practices and greedy financial advisors — left an indelible mark on me. As a young man, witnessing my parents' hard-earned savings and efforts eroded by a system they trusted was enough to cement my distrust of financial institutions forever. At this point in time I made a promise to myself: Trust no one, educate yourself and verify.

A few years later, I discovered Bitcoin. It clicked immediately. Here was a decentralized, incorruptible solution to the very problem that had caused so much pain for my family. Bitcoin represented a chance to opt out of a fiat system riddled with perverse incentives and predatory practices. My family's experience — our suffering under the weight of a corrupt financial system — motivates me to advocate for Bitcoin adoption. For this reason, I will never trade my Bitcoin for fiat currency ever, no matter the fiat price. It represents more than wealth to me; it’s a symbol of resilience and justice, a way to honor the sacrifices my parents made.

Looking back, I am almost grateful for this painful chapter of my life. It woke me up and set me on a path I might not have found otherwise. Many people experience similar losses at the hands of the fiat system without even realizing it because the theft happens incrementally, through inflation and hidden costs. Fact is, that honest, hardworking individuals are being robbed every day — second by second — by a system designed to erode their purchasing power over time. Like my parents, but more gradually.

While it’s exciting to see Bitcoin’s fiat price increase, that is not its ultimate value. Bitcoin represents so much more. And I know, many others who HODL Bitcoin not for fiat wealth but for deeply personal reasons — reasons rooted in justice, independence, and freedom. For those of us who have been wronged by the current system, Bitcoin is not just an asset, it’s a revolution for a better future.

Yours forever thankful, Carl. 🧡

Thanks for sharing man, and for all the value you've brought to our community. I stand with you ✊🏼

Bone in pork chop with caramelized onion/peppers and apple/cherry reduction.

I'm hearing a lot of hope and optimism from normies about the possibility of reducing government in the U.S. it's very weird.

Can we just skip to the 90's yet?

https://open.spotify.com/track/2YodwKJnbPyNKe8XXSE9V7? nostr:note1k86grnkpuyd45quk7fnvt4ef6ln6u2l83m36yu97lxugy9llkrpqkuedlz

Replying to Avatar 3shara

I dunno how it’s possible to miss someone I never really knew. I miss my dad a lot lately, but I never knew him - not really. He died before I could remember him properly. I have 4 memories - him picking me up from nursery, him holding me and cuddling me after I was crying, me asking him not to leave me, and him dying. I think he would have come with me on my long walks and visited galleries with me. Maybe he would have taken me to my first concert and we’d share music. I’d go on dates and he’d meet the guy eventually and make sure to scare him a little so he wouldn’t break my heart. When I got married he would have given me away, and would have danced with me. I like this picture, cos it kinda looks like he’s looking at me, I think. I swear, the older I get, the more emotional I get. Most inconvenient. I think it’s cos it’s getting close to my 29th and I feel nervous - not about getting old, but I just don’t want to end up like the bird lady from Home Alone 2 cos I make too many mistakes. I’m a giant baby, I know.

My family think I’m really mysterious, which always makes me laugh, but I guess I can be a bit secretive about things. I’m selective about meaningful things I share. It’s not that I’m trying to hide things, I just find it hard to talk about things I care about sometimes. Slightly easier to write about it. That’s one of the reasons why I post so much on nostr (and twitter, sorry 🫂). Juuuust in the off chance I’m ever unable to be there for my children one day, they WILL know me - if they want to. There will be a part of me online that will never die, here for when they need me, cos nostr will never go down.

I write in my diary for them too, but incase that gets lost, and Mr Musk somehow accidentally deletes twitter, they have nostr. Here’s where they can see their mum post about the London Underground 😅 but also when they’re almost 29 and feeling nervous, they will know it will be okay, cos once upon a time mum felt the same way, and she figured it out.

Of course, I could always end up like the bird lady in the park from ‘home alone 2’, without children, living in the roof of an opera house… (the last bit sounds rather lovely though).

Anyway, now that I’ve spilled a secret part of my heart all over nostr, sharing far too much, I’m off to bed. Goodnight 🫂

I'm sorry for your loss Eshara 💜. I feel that we carry our loved ones with us, so we're never alone even when they're not here. If you end up living in an opera house I'm coming with you.

Good night dear.