Taxes rising in Spain in 2025:

- VAT hike on basic foodstuffs

- VAT increase on olive oil and seed oil

- End of deductions for electric vehicles

- VAT increase on electricity

- New compulsory garbage tax

- Tax on electronic cigarettes

- End of deductions for energy renovations in houses.

- Increase in personal income tax on savings

- Increase in tax on foreign profits of companies

Every year, collection records are broken, the state has no end.

I feel disgust towards my fellow men, be it because of the shitty roads we have and the shitty health care we have.

Assholes.

Dictatorship, Monarchy or Anarchy but never Democracy, Democracy is the dictatorship of fools and the most expensive and where you have less freedom.

Few understand this.

Good morning!

Study the Bible

This sounds cool, but I could fear huge disappointment by bitcoiners when one realizes their values in other areas. Fx many bitcoiners support psychopathic zionistic politicians because they talk pro-bitcoin. 😬

Yesterday I was bringing packages away at the local delivery point in my hometown. I ran across a guy I used to cycle to high school with. This was over 20 years ago… he was not looking good at all. So I brought up some old discussion topics we used to have when cycling. We both liked the Nissan skyline GTR back in those days. It gave him a big smile. He said he lost it after high school. First worked a bit in a warehouse, but was lost to alcohol and drugs and started stealing. He told me he was famous in the city of Oss for his steals. This guy was in the highest grade high school and has been roaming the streets for 20 years now. It’s sad to see so many people lost, even in a small town like this. When I grew up I never expected to see so much decline. I moved back to my hometown a couple years ago, but this doesn’t look like the place where I grew up in. We’re not going to expose our kids to this toxic environment. We have some ideas to move. Where would you move to?

Yesterday I was bringing packages away at the local delivery point in my hometown. I ran across a guy I used to cycle to high school with. This was over 20 years ago… he was not looking good at all. So I brought up some old discussion topics we used to have when cycling. We both liked the Nissan skyline GTR back in those days. It gave him a big smile. He said he lost it after high school. First worked a bit in a warehouse, but was lost to alcohol and drugs and started stealing. He told me he was famous in the city of Oss for his steals. This guy was in the highest grade high school and has been roaming the streets for 20 years now. It’s sad to see so many people lost, even in a small town like this. When I grew up I never expected to see so much decline. I moved back to my hometown a couple years ago, but this doesn’t look like the place where I grew up in. We’re not going to expose our kids to this toxic environment. We have some ideas to move. Where would you move to?

hang it in the louvre

Ughhh just found out my class of 2017 friend sold his bitcoin to buy a house and doesn’t have that 1 bitty anymore

When I was 18, I was severely depressed. With good reason. I’d fucked up high school. Drugs and drinking had a hold on me. My grades were shit. My friends were addicts. My mother, a schizophrenic, was having a serious year-long episode. She was institutionalized. Wrapped her car around a telephone pole. Almost died. The cops were at our house a lot. My father was dead inside. Burnt out, and numb. Numb. There was severe emotional neglect and chaos throughout my childhood. I had no hope for the future. Completely lost, purposeless, and drifting. Purposeless. Drifting. I wasn’t fully suicidal. Like there weren’t any plans in place, but I thought about it a lot. A voice in the back of my mind told me there had to be a way out. I know now that it was god speaking to me.

I listened to that voice. I stopped doing drugs. I drank less. I began to hike every day in the mountains by myself. The sun, the air, the solitude. I loaded up an old iPod. I listened to the Beatles, a lot of classical music, and audiobooks. I didn’t hang out with my friends anymore. I just hiked every day by myself. I got a shitty fast-food job. I used to stay late to clean and just think about my life. I enjoyed the structure. Soon, they made me the assistant manager. I was the only one who was dependable, I guess. I went to community college. I actually applied myself for the first time ever. I got straight A’s. I hooked up with a lot of girls, that was helpful for my mood and self-esteem. I used my grades to get into a good college. I wanted to get across the country. To get away from it all. I went to Chicago.

College was fun. There were lots of girls, lots of parties. I was in film school and actually interested in what I was learning. Everything was amazing. My family is from rural Illinois. I used to visit my grandfather on the weekends sometimes. He was one of my favorite people. In the winter, he got sick. We found out he had leukemia. I got depressed again. I stopped going to college. I spent a lot of time out in the country. It felt more important to be with him as he died. I was there when he passed.

I came home for the summer. The great financial crisis was going on. My friend got one of those Obama new home buyer loans, so we spent the summer having parties and playing beer pong in his garage. One night, the girl I was going to marry walked in. I knew it right away. I didn’t feel like going back to Chicago. So I stayed and went to state school. I started dating the girl that would one day become my wife. I still was partying too much. Binge drinking. I couldn’t escape the feeling I was wasting my potential. Fucked around and did DMT one day. Blast off. Full-on cosmic panic attack. The overarching message: “Your time here on Earth is temporary. So get to work.”

Fuck, okay. So I got serious about my life… again, and I changed everything… again. I had been lazy and unmotivated. I began to focus intently on my craft. I attended every lecture. I made connections. I worked on everyone’s sets. I won the school film festival. I started a production company with a friend while still in school. It took off. We were making good money. We dropped out and did the business full time. I asked the girl to marry me. She said yes.

I found Bitcoin. I took all the profits from the business and put it into Bitcoin. I convinced my fiancé to put her salary into Bitcoin too. We were frugal to the point of being weirdos. We bought a little condo, and we got married. Bitcoin went up like crazy. We had a kid. Bitcoin went down like crazy. My father got sick. We took care of him when he died. I assumed responsibility for my mother. We had another kid. My wife’s parents got divorced, and my mother-in-law was left penniless. I assumed responsibility for her as well. My mother had another multi-year schizophrenic episode. Cops, hospitals, chaos. Then she got cancer. We had another kid. After a short battle with cancer, my mother died.

Then Bitcoin crashed 80% again. We had our fourth kid. For the first time in a long time, nothing happened. It was quiet. Bitcoin steadily rose. I spent time with the kids. There was no chaos. Just peace.

When Bitcoin hit 100k. I took a look around at my loving wife, our warm home decorated for Christmas, my four beautiful children, and I felt that it had all been worth it.

Whatever you’re going through…

Keep going.

If she doesn’t understand the bad times, she don’t deserve the good times

Only the real 👑 know what’s to hodl from 60K to 18K for almost 2 freaking years

We are made different 🤝 nostr:note1wq5xr2pp9p79zd3y0s9tdqa8lpdxldpptwkv7xl2fp9c7fgthv5ssvn3cv