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Wrestles with Bitcoin

I’ve never watched this fella before. This is basically the male version of Rachel Maddow. Same hand gestures and tempo of speaking. She’s not exactly female, he’s not exactly male, seems like they even wear the same dark suits. Has anyone ever seen these two in a room together?

This is the 2024 version of Trump’s gold toilet. If I had money - not how I’d spend it.

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Where can buy?

Such weird framing here. These risky bets draw in young men, regardless of how good the bets are apparently. Then the young men are currently lucky that the bets that drew them in happen to be winning.

Maybe young men are more interested in investing, so do more research, and have a higher risk tolerance? Some of them maybe have value as human beings that we can praise?

Currently reading Winds of War + War and Remembrance. The author has found unique angles in describing the truth of the horrors of war that reveal truths underneath the obvious. —- flipping the question around, have you ever really appreciated a piece of art that made you think of something false?

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What if?

For art to have any impact, it needs to reveal some deep truth.

One of these teams is guaranteed to be in the CFP final four? What a joke. Bama, Ole Miss or South Carolina would kill any of these teams.

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Dear Peter Schiff - When you can replace the word “Bitcoin” with the word “Gold” in your critique and the statement works exactly the same, I don’t think you’re doing it right


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Done right, a break from work recharges the batteries for more productive work later.

“Last night I found a brand new car while shaking out the couch cushions
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Anyone have a minute to help me out? Got a 6lb package that requires “team lift”.

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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 fiancĂ© 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.

Whenever someone cuts you off in traffic or is a jerk in a way that has no long term impact on you, give them a back story like this. Give them grace. The funny thing about giving someone else grace is that it gives you peace.

Explaining Bitcoin to people is like giving them a software developers kit to themselves.

- Robert Breedlove