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If you're tagged in this, You probably have no idea who I am, but I want you to know that it's because I respect the fuck out of you.

I’m a #Bitcoin #revolutionary, and I don’t give a damn if nation-states figure it out or choke on their own debt.

In my lifetime, Bitcoin will be the global currency—full stop. It’s not just money; it’s the best shot we’ve got to smash the cartels of banks that’ve chained us to debt slavery for centuries.

This is about unleashing human potential—art, creativity, love—shit we haven’t seen since the ancients dreamed big. It’s about flipping the script: freeing people from soul-crushing labor, handing power back to individuals, saving the planet from corporate leeches, and forcing society to think beyond next quarter’s profits.

The math doesn’t lie, and it’s ugly. Debt interest? It’s a runaway freight train—$300 billion to $1.5 trillion in under five years. That’s a parabola from hell, and it’s coming for everyone. Stick to the status quo, and most people get obliterated. Fact.

We’re teetering on the edge of a Bitcoin world order. The leader of the Free World just greenlit a Strategic Bitcoin Reserve—boom, there’s your new global reserve asset. This isn’t a drill; it’s a starting gun. Nations will claw over each other in a Bitcoin arms race—game theory doesn’t mess around. No one wants to be the last sucker holding a dying fiat bag.

Markets haven’t clocked it yet. Maybe 1% of the world gets Bitcoin; 2% even heard the news. Do the math: 1% of 2% is a tiny tribe of us who see this tectonic shift coming. The post-WWII Bretton Woods house of cards? Crumbling. The rise of the sovereign individual, the sovereign corporation, permanent digital capital? Happening now. The fiat elite are still sipping champagne in their delusion, but their clock’s ticking.

Bitcoin doesn’t care who gets wrecked. Insurance giants, pensions, fractional-reserve banks, central banks—adapt or die. It won’t shed a tear for collapsed currencies, starving masses, or societies imploding when ATMs run dry. Print more money?

Bitcoin gets stronger. Adoption snowballs. People demand it. It is a currency—screw the US dollar’s feelings—and the writing’s on the wall.

Sanctions? GFY.

Censorship? GFY.

Seize my wealth? GFY.

People will pick Bitcoin because it’s the hardest money ever forged—the most secure network humanity’s built. It’s the economic singularity: infinity divided by 21 million. That’s not a tagline; it’s a reckoning. Fiat’s days of printing its way out are done. The more they inflate, the faster it dies.

We’re staring down a black hole that’ll swallow the world, and we’d better get serious. No grifters, no proof-of-stake bullshit—we’ve already got that with the Fed. We need sharp minds, real talk, and no screwing around. Botch this, and we’re not just broke—we’re back in the Dark Ages.

Math doesn’t negotiate. The fiat system’s a wobbly Jenga tower, and printing cash is their only move—screwing us all with every dollar they churn out. Bitcoin’s the lifeboat, the ultimate store of value. Lightning Network for biz and governments? Sure. E-cash for the plebs via Cashu or something slicker? Yep. But we’ve got to solve scaling now, because math’s a ruthless bastard, and it’s coming fast.

This isn’t Max Payne—it’s Mad Max if we don’t wake up. Let’s build, or we’re all toast.

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