These shitcoiners made a scam coin around diVine and then threatened me when I posted that I had nothing to do with their scam!

What a nice and educative conference about how to get fucked...

Today I saw a hawk get a squirrel in the park.

I also had a fourth and final interview for a company, this time with the Chief Economist. I think it went well, he seemed charmed 🥰

I choose to believe there's a sign there, I'm getting this job like that hawk got the squirrel!

And then I will buy the dip!!!!

🐿️🦅🤑

Confessions of a MicroStrategy Investor

A letter no one asked for, but everyone should read before handing their Bitcoin dreams to a man in an orange tie.

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Dear Fellow Bag-Holders, Future Therapists, and Anyone Still Pretending This Was “Strategic,”

I write to you today not as a proud MicroStrategy shareholder, but as a man who has stared directly into the mirror and whispered the words:

“Bro… what have you done?”

Look—I’m not embarrassed that I invested in Bitcoin. Magical internet money is fine. It’s pure. It’s incorruptible. It’s literally math wrapped in electricity. Beautiful.

I am, however, deeply embarrassed that I gave a company with salaries, leases, marketing teams, HR reps, and a snack budget my money… so they could buy that same magical internet money at a premium, wrap it in a corporate costume, and then somehow—somehow—turn it into something that trades at a discount.

A discount.

On Bitcoin.

In a Bitcoin bull market.

Amazing. Inspirational, even. If there were an Olympic event for turning alpha into coupons, MicroStrategy would sweep the podium.

Do you know how helpless you feel when your investment thesis boils down to:

“I believe in Bitcoin so much I outsourced it to a business with overhead.”

That’s like loving organic vegetables so much you hire a Fortune 500 company to grow them for you under fluorescent lights, at 4× the cost, while their interns eat half the crop.

And yes, yes, I get it—leverage, strategy, blah blah blah. But when your CEO has to juggle debt payments, stock issuance, Twitter theatrics, and a line item called “orange tie dry-cleaning,” you start to wonder:

Was I investing in Bitcoin… or in the world’s most complicated meme account?

At this point, even my Bitcoin-hating uncle respects me more than my financial advisor does. At least the uncle says he bought gold once because “it was shiny.” My excuse? I thought buying a corporate wrapper around Bitcoin was “efficient.” Efficient at what? Converting sats into operating expenses?

If I wanted discounted Bitcoin, I should’ve just bought Bitcoin.

If I wanted chaos, I could’ve bought a shitcoin.

Instead, I bought a stock that somehow blended both worlds. A schrödinger’s tradfi-wrapped-Bitcoin derivative that lives in a simultaneous state of premium and embarrassment.

So here I stand—an MSTR shareholder.

A man who believed.

A man who delegated.

A man who now understands that true self-sovereignty means never relying on a corporate board to stack for you.

Godspeed to us all.

And please—next board meeting—cut the marketing budget before the coupons.

Sincerely,

A Recovering MicroStrategy Apologist

P.S. If anyone needs me, I’ll be buying the underlying asset directly like a grown adult.

She’s doing OK. We’re still not sure where things stand. They took her off the blood thinners and that’s not good for her heart however she was such a horrible fall risk that they had to do it and if it’s permanent well then we’re just trying to make her comfortable otherwise we’re working towards getting back on them so we can fix her.

4 million square merchants can now easily accept bitcoin.

bitcoin is the best money.

absolutely massive. 🎯

i won't do what you tell me