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Hiker waves bitcoin flag at peak of Mount Everest

Bitcoin is an amazing sociological experiment.

At 30 I had the body, the money, and the freedom I had been working hard to achieve, but I was still failing to live up to my full potential. Inside, I was run by my appetites and didn't trust myself from one day to the next. Once my 7-year relationship ended I went on a wild streak, governed by my impulses, my appetites, my desires, and I kept making promises to myself I couldn't keep. I was tying my self-worth to my sexual conquests, but in my soul I just wanted to settle down with the right woman. I had wins in other places, long stretches of meditation, good work, solid training, but the part of me that wanted to run my own life was losing. It took me years to see what confidence really comes from... The word is related to the word confide. When you confide in someone, you share something private with them and ask for their confidentiality. When you confide in yourself, you tell yourself you're going to do a thing and then you follow through and do it. That follow-through is what pays you back in confidence, and it takes a lot of reps. At 30, I was breaking promises to myself by pursuing sexual conquests rather than working on those unhealed parts of myself. The turn came during COVID. My business collapsed, I was in poor health, I had a very young daughter, and the whole world was upside down, so I had every reason to get it together. I cut dating off completely, no women, nothing, for 2.5 years. It was a detox. I poured everything into growth, business, and myself, and I kept the big promise to myself that I would do all the things I said I would do. A lot of the unease back then was about money too. Men are wired to provide and protect, so when you're not financially secure you don't feel secure in your own masculinity. I've heard guys ask rich men what their number is, and the answer is usually the same. That number is more. Maybe there is no number, but I feel far steadier at 40 than I did at 30. The last piece was getting honest with myself, and you can't do that alone. I did the work, the meditation, the therapy, the reading, and most of all I learned to see myself through other people's eyes. That's where the word respect comes from. Re is to loop back or return, and spect is sight, so respect is the return of sight, seeing yourself reflected through the eyes of the people close to you. That mirror is the only way to catch your own blind spots, and it settled a lot of what used to rattle me. These days I'm completely sober and fitness is the only drug I run. More sober, more secure, more aware of myself, and far more confident than the man I was 10 years ago. My confidence grew and grew with each promise I kept to myself, until I finally trusted the person making them.

Before debate begins, the House votes on a RULE. The rule sets the terms of debate: which bills are considered, which amendments (if any), how much time for debate, etc. Last night, I pleaded with the Rules Committee to allow votes on amendments to offset their new spending request in Budget Reconciliation. Sadly, they declined. No amendments. No debate. More deficits. More debt. More damage to the dollar and your purchasing power. It’s not compassionate to bankrupt America!

There will be signs. Money well spent.

“My Guidelines won’t let me talk about that” Chat GPT simply refuses to quote or read the Bible.

Bitcoin is like a poem anyone can take. Copy every word; the copy's yours to make. No permission asked, no permission sold. The text is free for anyone to hold. No author signed a name upon the page. The poem has no country and no age. It crosses every border, every sea. It belongs to all the world, to you and me. And when the whole world speaks it, line for line, the same words in your mouth as are in mine, a strange thing happens, plain for all to see: magic internet money, running free. The poets tend the poem, this is true, but changing what it means they cannot do. They cannot touch a word or shift its sense. They only set the spacing and indents. And even that small power is on loan. The text is open; every line is known. If poets set the type against your taste, change it right back; their edit goes to waste. So long as you can read and you can write, the page is yours to set, and set it right. So do not fear the poets. Do not bow. They mattered then no more than they do now. Some are careful, some are proud and vain. The poem pays no mind; the words remain. Erase the poets, every single name; tomorrow every line reads just the same, recited by the millions, plainly heard, not one comma moved, not one changed word. The poets do not matter, never will. The poem is the thing that matters still.

Thank God bitcoin is decentralized.

Eric Trump: “The flood gates are opening” and “Bitcoin will hit $1,000,000” 🚀 “I talk to the biggest companies, the biggest families in the world and every single one of them is racing to buy Bitcoin.”

60K is the new 16K. We're going up 6x from here.

Nobody calls gold a Ponzi scheme. Nobody calls real estate a Ponzi scheme. Both require new buyers to maintain value. Yet, some say bitcoin is a Ponzi. Why?

Elon Musk told a story that should terrify every AI company on Earth. His son Saxon is autistic. Saxon couldn’t understand why the family went to restaurants. You can get the same food delivered. You can call your friends over. You can eat better at home for half the price. So why go? Musk: “He had an epiphany and said, ‘Oh, the reason people go to restaurants is to hang out with strangers.’” A kid who takes the world literally just decoded something the rest of us never thought to question. We like being around people we’ll never know. Look at what we already built. Delivery apps so you never wait in line. Remote work so you never share an office. Self-checkout so you never talk to a cashier. Every innovation of the last 20 years was a bet against human proximity. Every one paid off. Until it didn’t. Loneliness is now a public health emergency. Depression has doubled since the smartphone. The average American has fewer close friends than any generation in history. We didn’t remove friction. We removed the thing friction was hiding. Now look at what’s coming. AI agents that handle your emails. AI companions that replace your conversations. AI assistants that make every human interaction optional. Same playbook. Same bet. Except this time we’re not engineering out strangers. We’re engineering out humans entirely. The coffee shop where nobody knows your name. The subway where no one speaks. The restaurant where you’ll never see that couple again. Those aren’t failed connections. They’re the background radiation of belonging. We don’t just need people who know us. We need to exist in rooms full of people who don’t. That’s what a kid understood at a dinner table that billion-dollar companies still can’t grasp in a boardroom. We spent 20 years building a world you never have to show up to. AI is about to finish the job. And nothing it builds will ever replicate sitting in a room full of strangers and not feeling alone.