Previously established and close networks are the ripest for orange pilling. I have many men in my church asking loads of questions about bitcoin. I hope they’re someday thankful that I am a maximalist.

I don’t care if any of you get girlfriends. Get married and make new Bitcoiners.

Engines warming up before blast off? 🚀

🤔Consider🤔 Below is Kipling’s poem The White Man’s Burden. His lines are considerations of the new found and mishandled responsibility of imperial Anglo nations, having conquered or claimed lands at the four corners of the earth. Where you have conquered you now have a responsibility to maintain. The dollar conquered more lands, resources, and people in under a century than military forces alone could ever dream of. I’m writing a poem in the vein of Kipling’s that makes observations into the dollars burden in every sphere of life. I’ll release the poem when I get to “21” verses. For now, enjoy Kipling. “Take up the White Man's burden - Send forth the best ye breed - Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild - Your new-caught sullen peoples, Half devil and half child. Take up the White Man's burden - In patience to abide To veil the threat of terror And check the show of pride; By open speech and simple, An hundred times made plain, To seek another's profit, And work another's gain. Take up the White Man's burden - The savage wars of peace - Fill full the mouth of famine And bid the sickness cease; And when your goal is nearest The end for others sought, Watch Sloth and heathen Folly Bring all your hopes to nought. Take up the White Man's burden - No tawdry rule of kings, But toil of serf and sweeper - The tale of common things. The ports ye shall not enter, The roads ye shall not tread, Go make them with your living, And mark them with your dead ! Take up the White Man's burden - And reap his old reward, The blame of those ye better, The hate of those ye guard - The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah slowly !) towards the light:- "Why brought ye us from bondage, "Our loved Egyptian night ?" Take up the White Man's burden - Ye dare not stoop to less - Nor call too loud on Freedom To cloak your weariness; By all ye cry or whisper, By all ye leave or do, The silent sullen peoples Shall weigh your Gods and you. Take up the White Man's burden - Have done with childish days - The lightly proffered laurel, The easy, ungrudged praise. Comes now, to search your manhood Through all the thankless years, Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom, The judgement of your peers.”

Holiness on the head, Light and perfections on the breast, Harmonious bells below, raising the dead To lead them unto life and rest: Thus are true Aarons drest. Profaneness in my head, Defects and darkness in my breast, A noise of passions ringing me for dead Unto a place where is no rest: Poor priest, thus am I drest. Only another head I have, another heart and breast, Another music, making live, not dead, Without whom I could have no rest: In him I am well drest. Christ is my only head, My alone-only heart and breast, My only music, striking me ev'n dead, That to the old man I may rest, And be in him new-drest. So, holy in my head, Perfect and light in my dear breast, My doctrine tun'd by Christ (who is not dead, But lives in me while I do rest), Come people; Aaron's drest.

Do you have to run your own #Nostr node to avoid having your phone data from being used up?

⚡️Potential Movie Plot⚡️ Field of Dreams but Shoeless Joe appears in an America filled with pedophiles, sodomites, and their slavers. He must choose to either play ball for eternity, ignoring the debauchery, or he crosses the foul line to walk a sleepless existence until the land is purged by him and his trusted Louisville Slugger, which is branded “Donkey’s Jawbone”.

Feeling Guilty I lost a gilt today, With lovely auburn hair, She did not stick around to play, Just left to my despair, In her porcine defense, I’m not one for gluttony, To her it did not make much sense, She parted company, If I could coax her back, With one not guilty plea, I carried whole corn in a sack, To her as she did flee.

I can zap but only on someone’s profile and not their posts. I was able to zap on posts this morning. What am I doing wrong?

When #PresidentBukele on #Nostr?

Secession movements undo all the collectivist’s hard work. #Nostr and #Bitcoin are tools well-suited to secession.

#Zaps incentivize original posts and not riding coattails reposts or copy/paste “Breaking” posts. It’s like a dam breaking and the River Signal floods the Valley of Plebs.

#Zaps completely flip the social media incentive structure on its head.

Difficult no matter what standard you’re on—even a #Bitcoin standard.

The flag of Ichabod…

Everyone here is coffee pilled. These are my people.

As it pertains to long-form posting, who are the best follows?

The world I had always imagined I would succeed in may be here on #Nostr.

Pouring the cream off of raw milk into your coffee makes the budget coffee taste like gourmet coffee.

I’m less useful than a prophet. I’m a poet.