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.
When Charles Lindbergh wrote two books exposing the banking powers behind the federal reserve act they didn’t just burn the books… they destroyed the printing plates.
Here is what Lindberg had to say about the federal reserve act: