I used to live in Cambridge, right outside Boston, in a two-bedroom apartment.
One day my wife and I had what we thought was a brilliant idea.
We turned our living room into the main bedroom, then made the two actual bedrooms into a TV room and a reading room.
It was one of the dumbest domestic experiments we ever tried.
It lasted about two weeks.
Every time someone came over, it made no sense. Every time we walked through the apartment, it made no sense. We had taken the room designed for gathering, conversation, and life, and turned it into something it was never meant to be.
But I’m glad we did it.
Because the itch was scratched.
We learned the lesson directly. No theory. No debate. No “what if.” We tried the stupid thing, lived with the consequences, and never had to wonder again.
Lying in bed, I realized that story is a lot more American than it sounds.
America is turning 250. And a lot of young people are looking around at the rent, the debt, the fake economy, the bailouts, the inflation, the endless wars, the credentialed liars, and the political class that somehow gets richer every time the country gets poorer.
They feel like the system is rigged.
They are not wrong.
But socialism is not the answer.
We already have socialism.
It is just not evenly distributed.
Socialism for banks. Socialism for defense contractors. Socialism for politically connected corporations. Socialism for Wall Street when the bets go bad. Capitalism for everyone else when the bill comes due.
That is not a free market.
That is not the Founders’ vision.
That is not liberty.
It is monetary arson.
The Federal Reserve helps light the fire, then walks back into the room wearing a firefighter helmet and demands applause.
You cannot expect the arsonist to save you from the flames.
And you cannot build a free republic on fake money.
The Founders understood something simple: concentrated power is dangerous. Political power, banking power, military power, bureaucratic power. It does not matter what costume it wears. Give men the ability to manipulate money, confiscate wealth through inflation, and reward their friends with newly created currency, and eventually they will do exactly that.
Every time.
That is why sound money matters.
Not because it is some niche economic obsession.
Because money is the bloodstream of civilization.
Corrupt the money, and you corrupt the culture.
Corrupt the money, and you corrupt the family.
Corrupt the money, and you corrupt work, savings, time preference, politics, housing, education, and war.
A nation cannot remain free when its money is centrally planned.
A living room is not a bedroom.
A central bank is not capitalism.
Inflation is not prosperity.
Debt is not wealth.
Bailouts are not markets.
And bureaucrats are not gods.
I am grateful beyond words to be an American. I believe the United States is the greatest country on earth because of what it was founded to protect: life, liberty, property, speech, conscience, self-government, and the right to tell petty tyrants to go to hell.
But patriotism does not mean worshiping the state.
Patriotism means defending the principles that made the country worth loving in the first place.
That means rejecting socialism.
That means rejecting central planning.
That means rejecting the monetary regime that lets the powerful steal from the productive without firing a shot.
And yes, that means Bitcoin.
Bitcoin is not just a number on a screen.
It is a peaceful rebellion against monetary tyranny.
It is digital 1776.
It is the separation of money and state.
It is a way for ordinary people to opt out of a rigged game and store their life’s work in something no politician, central banker, or bailout addict can debase on command.
I am only one man.
But every child of mine will be taught to love America, distrust concentrated power, despise petty tyrants who hold political office, and save in sound money.
God bless the United States of America.
