This is a controversial one, but I think it’s only a matter of time. 
Dead man’s switch YouTube video?
This train from crashing? nostr:npub1a2cww4kn9wqte4ry70vyfwqyqvpswksna27rtxd8vty6c74era8sdcw83a 
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Remember: “The best government, is no government at all!” 
Bundesweite Grenzkontrollen in Deutschland ab kommender Woche. 
Yummy 🤤
The bottleneck
Many plebs they throttle back,
when they hit the bottleneck.
What’s the bottleneck, you ask?
Let me tell you,
an immense task.
You’ll find it deep down in the rabbit hole,
years of search lead you to bitcoins soul.
It’s tiny and shiny,
you can only peep through.
Watching utopia,
in wonderful view.
You see happy faces all around,
exchanging goods and services,
everyone pricing in one unit of account.
Cyber- and Meatspace in peaceful alignment,
even Ross Ulbricht is out of confinement.
No borders, no nations, no war and no banks.
No politicians, clinging to high ranks.
The cities are blooming,
and no doom is glooming.
Miners are buzzing,
as are the bees.
Community gatherings under the trees.
No plastics in oceans,
no cars in the street,
everyone’s humble,
just buys what they need.
Watching this oasis,
keeps you in stasis,
because you need to think,
how to properly shrink.
No passage with ego,
No passage with fiat,
No passage with lambo,
No passage with guns,
*Stunned*
No passage with passport.
And here, here starts your pilgrimage,
unraveling your privilege.
Denial and Anger
Bargaining and Depression
await you before you make your confession:
“Since my privilege is not well earned, it needs to be burned.”
Now you see me and my tiny wink,
and all of a sudden you’re starting to shrink.
And while you are shrinking,
I shout: ”Have no fear!”
or otherwise,
you are doomed to stay here.
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Priorities
She says she likes me,
but I am not her priority.
I like her more than I am willing to share,
fooling myself that I don’t really care.
I do care,
hence I train myself in acceptance,
what else would be there?
Loving means vibing means trusting to know,
that all you are feeling is helping you grow.
So thank you,
for making me feel that way.
Thank you for being honest today.
And thank you,
for popping into my life,
who knows how long it takes,
for you craving to be my wife.
Now I’ll focus on growing, on building and failing,
since I know that my love will keep prevailing.
I’m committed to growth,
not committed to thee,
your life is yours,
when you choose to be free.
I’ll keep tearing down fences,
for if you’re ready to flee,
all the pretenses,
will be history.
And than
it’s just you, me,
an island, a house, a boat, a family.
And if it’s not you, this much I know:
I would be just fine, with letting you go.
Using nostr:npub1getal6ykt05fsz5nqu4uld09nfj3y3qxmv8crys4aeut53unfvlqr80nfm will give you the buzzes while zapping. 
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Sounds pretty awesome!
Love the idea with the password-manager seed phrase!
I’ve had my ups and downs trying to orange pill my family.
And after realizing:
"Who am I to put a selection bias on who may vibe with the idea of #bitcoin?“
I’ve decided to just sit in front of my local bank, and talk to everyone who feels the vibe.
Sounds kinky to me.
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No he was completely new to #bitcoin.
I told him it was worth approx 10€.
Hesitant to install his first lightning wallet on the street, since he thought he was too young to do that.
Here is a funny little story from this weeks #SaturdayForSatoshi protest:
I was approached by 3 people in their late teens, asking me what I was doing and what the numbers were all about.
I told them they were related to #bitcoin.
It peaked curiosity in one of them, asking me if I was willing to sell.
I asked him if he had something that might be of value for me.
So he started searching his pockets and took out some foreign fiat.
Since I had never seen these, and they fit nicely into my collection of funny colored paper, I offered him 21k Sats for it. Not knowing, if I was rugging him or the other way round.
He left happily with his friends to get some noodle soup and I sat there wondering if those pieces of paper were actually worth 21k Sats.
When I went home, I was curious and checked the exchange rates of hungarian forint and israeli shequels against bitcoin.
Turns out, that if I would have been able to exchange it back for sats that evening, I’d have made a 5:1 deal (100k Sats).
Moral of the Story: TL;DR
Fiat world is designed to make you a scammer, since you don’t know how to properly value paper.
Still thinking, that I overpaid a lot. My grandchildren will be furious with me 🙃 
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for creating this piece of art.
Zap him hard!
Don’t be shy,
His roasts will make you laugh and cry.
Need inspiration?
Here is mine,
after reading it:
I am feeling,
just fine. nostr:note1s9w3kwmxvexyfagserxut46slm787qvqrja74wfquygxdnqgcnnq58588j
„Trying to get a PHD in emotional discomfort while simultaneously promoting a revolution!“ 🔥🧡 
Sorry Dad!
(I forgive you)
Nothing hurts more,
than seeing your father in pain.
There is nothing to fight for.
There is nothing to gain.
Is this truly me?
Am I avenging the pain?
That was left on the child in the hallway,
crying in desperate vain.
Witnessing,
how mummy and you,
broke into two.
Until this trauma is felt,
the ice caps will continue to melt.
Because it returns like a spook,
keeps me in this loop.
As I was writing these words,
I was damn close to cry,
but some part of me
would rather die,
than going back to this hallway
and hearing you fight,
going back to the crocodiles
haunting me through the night,
going back to the darkness,
reliving the fear,
because I am grown up now,
so I shed no tear.
Sorry Mum!
(I forgive you)
Nothing hurts more,
than seeing your mother in pain.
There is nothing to fight for.
There is nothing to gain.
Is this truly me?
Am I avenging the pain?
That was left on the child in the hallway,
crying in desperate vain.
Witnessing,
how daddy and you,
broke into two.
Until this trauma is felt,
the ice caps will continue to melt.
Because it returns like a spook,
keeps me in this loop.
As I was writing these words,
I was damn close to cry,
but some part of me
would rather die,
than going back to this hallway
and hearing you fight,
going back to the crocodiles
haunting me through the night,
going back to the darkness,
reliving the fear,
because I am grown up now,
so I shed no tear.