Bitcoin is for our enemies, too.

Sorry, Bitcoin, not dollar with the two lines. Brain fart. 🧠💨

Yes!!! 🙌

I thought the point was one line through the B instead of two until you called this out and I saw they used the two-line version at the top showing conversion rate. It would make cents (shameless dad joke) to do two lines for a dollar, one line for a Bitcoin cent (Sat)

🚨 Why is Trump Media holding WBTC instead of real BTC?

WBTC = an Ethereum-based IOU, not actual Bitcoin. It requires trust in custodians, smart contracts, and Ethereum’s uptime.

If you’re worried about censorship, freezing, or systemic risk — hold native BTC in cold storage, not wrapped tokens.

This isn’t safer. It’s a liability.

#Bitcoin #TrumpMedia #WBTC #BTC #CryptoSecurity

I got two tickets and won’t be able to attend. 😭 😭

Trying to train my brain to listen to YouTube on 4x and still comprehend the important info. Wish me luck!

Currently at 3.25x and I can understand almost every word unless they speak very fast normally, have an accent or mention an obscure word without a lot of context around it.

Getting there. I think it would be amazing to absorb 24 hours worth of information every 6 hours. 🤓

Options? Building upon Bitcoin instead of letting it stagnate? I don’t know. Why did a guy that is cited in the whitepaper creating something like that if it’s a “why bother?” thing. Why doesn’t anyone want anonymous p2p cash anymore? Why does everyone just want to say “daddy governments, regulate me moooooorrrreeee” I just don’t get it. I’ve been here since 2010, and this Bitcoin doesn’t make sense to me. Happy that banks and presidents are endorsing it. Tf?! What happened to nostr:nprofile1qqsxaux68qxcjtw86gxqarqt2yzz8vm2uyy8hgkmdg4uw83aerf7eecxltaa7 fucking crying on the stage because he was bringing prosperity to El Salvador’s poor and struggling people? Like… I don’t get it. I thought this was the cypherpunk movement. Feels like it sold out and became “just another way to control the masses” - just wait till this shit’s worth 10,000,000,000,000 cuck bucks per coin. They (president, fed reserve and gov) gonna go from “yay bitcoin! Yay Bitcoin!” To fucking executive order 6102-2025 Bitcoin Edition “give us all your bitcoin or go to jail if we catch you with unsanctioned UTXOs”

Ya gotta be fucking kidding me. What’s the point? Hahahahahahahaha. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Any love for Blockstream’s Liquid Network on Nostr? What’s the general consensus on it? Safe to store a large portion of your Bitcoin? Anybody think the functionaries would collude? Could they even do that now that they have added several more than they initially had when launching the network? How confidential is the sidechain? Is that not a huge benefit that if you swap your BTC to L-BTC you get anonymous cash like the cash in your wallet?! Am I missing why this hasn’t taken off more?

Buy the dip!!!

For all your rug pulls aches and pains, I recommend: Bitcoin.

https://m.primal.net/PHUk.mov

Gm Nostr! ☀️

In cryptic dawn where bytes entwine,

Bitcoin arose from code divine.

Satoshi's vision, unseen by eye,

A global mesh where trust can't die.

Blockchain's ledger, truth unmarred,

Each block a seal that time can't scar.

Cryptography's shield, inviolate,

Guarding trades in its algorithmic state.

Miners, alchemists of the code,

Transmute data into wealth bestowed.

Proof of work, their sacred task,

Validating truths with cryptographic hash.

Finite as gold from ancient mines,

21 million units—no more signs.

Deflation's child, it rises to claim,

A store of value beyond any fame.

Volatility dances in market's light,

From lunar highs to crashes tight.

Speculators ride the speculative tide,

But Bitcoin's core remains unbroken, pride.

Will it endure as tech and laws unfold?

Or fade like dreams beneath the cold?

For now, it stands—defiant, free,

In a world where trust is currency.

Chapter 4: The Ripple of Change

As the digital frontier expanded and Bitcoin evolved from a whispered experiment into a global phenomenon, Alex found himself reflecting on the subtle yet seismic ripples of his early contributions. The once-bustling late-night sessions at his modest desk, illuminated solely by the glow of his Toshiba Satellite, had become a distant yet indelible memory. That battered machine, now lost to the inexorable flow of time, had played its part in igniting a revolution that would forever alter the landscape of finance and technology.

In the intervening years, the world had awakened to the promise of decentralization. What began as a fringe experiment in cryptography and code had blossomed into a movement—a network of individuals united by the belief that trust should be built not on institutions, but on transparent, immutable systems. Alex watched from the periphery as Bitcoin’s ledger grew more intricate and the community surrounding it swelled with new ideas, fierce debates, and the unyielding pursuit of financial freedom. His youthful exploits, once a hobby and a source of modest bragging rights on online forums, had now taken on the weight of legend.

He remembered the thrill of those early days—the relentless hum of his Toshiba as it tackled cryptographic puzzles, the quiet satisfaction of each block successfully mined, and the careless confidence with which he shared his story. “I mined Bitcoin,” he would say with a wry smile, the words carrying a resonance that belied their simplicity. In his heart, Alex knew that his modest efforts had been a catalyst, a spark that had helped light the fuse of a much larger explosion. His coins, once nothing more than digital tokens of curiosity, had become a symbol of the disruptive power of perseverance and innovation.

Yet, as he pondered the trajectory of Bitcoin, Alex was never consumed by thoughts of personal gain. He had always viewed his role through a lens of collective achievement. The loss of his old laptop—a device that had tirelessly processed countless hashes—had never filled him with regret. Instead, he saw it as a graceful exit, a quiet passing of the torch to the next generation of pioneers. In that absence, he found meaning: his early mining had contributed to a vast, ever-growing reservoir of digital wealth that now buoyed countless others in their pursuit of financial autonomy. The laptop’s disappearance was not a loss but a transformation—a reminder that the tools of revolution are transient, while the ideas they spawn endure.

As Bitcoin’s community matured, Alex began engaging more deeply with its evolving narrative. He joined virtual symposiums, exchanged emails with developers who were building the next layers of blockchain technology, and offered insights on online forums where history was being written in real time. Every conversation and every shared line of code deepened his conviction that the decentralized vision was not just a fleeting trend, but the foundation for a more equitable future.

The world around him was changing too. Financial crises, political upheavals, and the rapid pace of technological advancements all converged to create an environment ripe for systemic transformation. Alex watched as institutions, once thought invincible, were forced to reckon with the reality of a borderless, democratized financial system. In quiet cafes, at crowded conferences, and across digital chat rooms, the story of Bitcoin was no longer just about cryptography—it was about a collective reclaiming of power, an assertion that the future belonged to those who dared to challenge the old order.

In his quieter moments, Alex would often find himself revisiting old forum threads and digital archives, each post a snapshot of a time when the idea of mining on a humble Celeron processor was both absurd and exhilarating. He marveled at how far they had come—from a small cadre of enthusiasts to a global network of innovators. The ripple effect of that early spark was now undeniable: it had not only redefined money, but had also inspired a generation to think differently about power, trust, and the very nature of progress.

Alex’s journey was a testament to the enduring impact of small beginnings. The loss of his laptop, far from diminishing his legacy, had imbued it with a poetic quality. It stood as a metaphor for the evolution of technology itself—ephemeral yet impactful, a stepping stone that propelled a movement into the annals of history. Every Bitcoin transacted, every block verified, and every new idea inspired by the early days of mining was a tribute to that unassuming device and the man who dared to dream beyond the boundaries of conventional wisdom.

In the grand tapestry of the digital revolution, Alex’s story was but one thread—quiet, unassuming, yet intrinsically woven into the fabric of change. And as he continued to observe the unfolding future, he held a steadfast belief: that the spirit of innovation and the pursuit of a fairer world were the true currencies of progress, far more valuable than any coin he had ever mined.