If ledger got hacked I would lose a portion of my BTC.
If my multisigs got hacked I would lose a portion of my BTC.
If coinbase got hacked I would lose a portion of my BTC.
If Fidelity got hacked I would lose a portion of my BTC.
In no situation would I lose all of my BTC.
If ledger got hacked I would lose a portion of my BTC.
If my multisigs got hacked I would lose a portion of my BTC.
If coinbase got hacked I would lose a portion of my BTC.
If Fidelity got hacked I would lose a portion of my BTC.
In no situation would I lose all of my BTC.
ACTION REQUIRED
If you:
purchased a COLDCARD MK4 or Q
AND
did NOT use DICE during the seed setup process,
You need to take action soon. By not using dice, your seed words were randomly selected by the COLDCARD — and an issue was just discovered where those words were not truely random, allowing an attacker to guess your words easier. It is unclear how much time you have.
To fix this:
1. On your COLDCARD, navigate to Advanced/Tools, Temporary Seeds
2. Create a new 24-word seed using dice rolls
3. Grab a handful of dice and roll them at least 99 times
4. Enter the rolls one by one, reading left to right, and don’t read them aloud.
5. Backup the new seed your COLDCARD creates, and the first Bitcoin address derived from it
6. Head back into your main COLDCARD wallet, and use your normal process to send your Bitcoin to your new seed’s first address.
7. Wipe your COLDCARD then restore with your new dice-created seed
8. Use your new seed going forward knowing it was created using your own dice-rolled true randomness.
Please migrate to a new, dice-secure seed as soon as possible. Don’t rush but don’t wait.
Finally, install the COLDCARD software update that has just been released to fix the original issue, but you must move to a new seed anyway (and you might as well use dice this time!)
X does it again- click your 'Like' heart on this post and get an Independence Day surprise! 😍🥳
😍🇺🇸like and hit repost and the 🇺🇸Thunderbirds🇺🇸 do a flyover!!
Dear @WhiteHouse, my name is Rodney Smith Jr., founder of Raising Men & Women Lawn Care Service in Huntsville, Alabama. Through our 50 Yard Challenge, over 6,000 kids across the country have signed up to mow free lawns for the elderly, disabled, veterans, active-duty military, first responders, and single parents. With America celebrating its 250th birthday this year and me also being born on July 4th, I wanted to humbly ask if a few kids from our program and myself could travel to Washington, D.C. to help mow the White House lawn for this historic celebration.
More than anything, I want these kids to see how a simple act of service something as ordinary as mowing a lawn for someone in need can lead to extraordinary places. What better lesson in community service than showing them that helping others can take them all the way to our nation’s capital? I’d also love to bring my American flag-themed mower in hopes that the President might sign it, so I can later auction it off and donate 100% of the proceeds to a nonprofit supporting veterans. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to highlight the importance of service, patriotism, and the impact young people can have when they choose to make a difference. 🇺🇸
The Dogecoin community has raised nearly 90,000 dogecoin:native in the past 30 days through Doginals inscribed on the Dogecoin blockchain to help fund dog rescue.
In that same 30 days, this community helped the DogeVan travel over 9,000 miles across America, purchase 25 kennels, and assist in the transport and rescue of:
• 155 Beagles
• 10 Shiba Inus
• 2 Basset Hounds
Think about how insane that really is.
A decentralized community from the internet… people from all over the world who may never meet each other, came together and directly changed the lives of real dogs.
No board meetings.
No giant corporate sponsors.
No billion dollar advertising campaigns.
Just people who believed in Doing Only Good Everyday.
The media called Dogecoin a joke.
But jokes don’t rescue 167 dogs.
Communities do. 🐕
You are not the only one who has felt this very peculiar and unspeakable thing. Someone has already written it down. Someone sat alone with the same unbearable weight you are carrying right now and they survived it long enough to find words for it. That is what the whole of human literature is. Millions of people saying: me too, me too, me too…in the dark, across centuries, reaching forward through time to find you. You are not alone in this, you never were. The writers were always writing specifically to you. They just didn’t know your name.
Literature is humanity’s longest conversation with itself about what it means to be alive. It has been going on for thousands of years. You are not late, you are not unqualified, you are not too much or too little or too broken. Pull up a chair. This conversation was always about you.
Turns out passing a simple law that says if you want to vote in the USA, you must be a citizen of the USA - is too difficult for our Senators.
But on the positive side - most of them are excellent stock pickers.
If members of Congress are caught insider trading, it’s a small, couple-hundred-dollar fine. If you’re caught doing it in the military, like in MSgt Dykes’s case, you could be facing up to 50 years in prison.
Anyone who cannot see that members of Congress are insider trading is either low IQ or willfully ignorant. Let’s take Nancy Pelosi, for example, it is statistically not possible for her to make a 17,000% return and outperform Warren Buffett without insider information. 🤡
I have two stacks on my desk. The left stack is financial disclosure forms from members of Congress. The right stack is waivers for members who filed their financial disclosures late.
The right stack is always taller.
On Wednesday morning, I watched a soldier get arrested on CNN.
I am a Disclosure Analyst for the House Ethics Committee. I have held this position for eleven years. My job is to receive the forms, verify their completeness, and file them. I do not investigate. I do not flag. I do not refer. I file. I have a lanyard. The lanyard says ETHICS.
The soldier's name is Gannon Ken Van Dyke. He is thirty-eight years old. He was stationed at Fort Bragg. He was Special Forces. In December, he created an account on a prediction market called Polymarket. On January 2nd, he bet $32,500 that the president of Venezuela would be removed from power. On January 3rd, he helped remove the president of Venezuela from power. He collected $409,881.
He has been charged with five federal crimes. Commodities fraud. Wire fraud. Unlawful use of confidential government information. Theft of nonpublic government information. Unlawful monetary transaction. The Department of Justice called it "the first-ever insider trading prosecution on event contracts."
I watched this on the television in our break room. Then I walked back to my desk and processed a late financial disclosure from a member of the House Financial Services Committee who purchased $250,000 in bank stocks eleven days before his subcommittee held a closed-door hearing on proposed capital reserve changes.
The filing was forty-seven days late. The STOCK Act requires disclosure within forty-five days. The penalty for late filing is $200.
I waived it.
I waive most of them. In 2021, fifty-four members of Congress and senior staff violated the reporting rules. The fines were minimal. Most were waived. I have a form for the waiver. The form has a box that says "Reason." I write "administrative delay." In ethics, "administrative delay" means the member's office forgot and then remembered when a reporter called. My approval rate is one hundred percent. In any other field, that number would trigger an audit. In mine, it is called thoroughness.
Let me show you what I processed this year.
January. A senator on the Armed Services Committee sold defense contractor shares worth $1.2 million. Three days later, his committee received a classified briefing that the Iran campaign had exceeded its projected cost by 340%. The stock dropped 8%. He filed the disclosure sixty-one days late. I calculated the fine. $200. His chief of staff asked if it could be waived. He did not ask what the senator traded on. Nobody asks that. The form does not have a field for it. I waived the fine. The senator's portfolio returned 23.4% in 2025. The S&P 500 returned 16.8%.
February. A representative on the Energy and Commerce Committee bought pharmaceutical stocks worth $400,000. Two weeks later, her committee advanced a bill that would extend patent exclusivity for the exact drug class she purchased. The stocks rose 14%. She filed on time. There was no fine. There was no investigation. There was nothing to investigate because buying stocks in companies regulated by your own committee is not illegal. It is legal. The STOCK Act made it legal by making it disclosed. In Congress, disclosed means legal. In my office, legal means filed.
March. A member whose spouse manages a portfolio worth $9.2 million reported forty-three separate transactions in a single quarter. Twelve of them were in sectors directly affected by legislation the member co-sponsored. The timing on eight of those twelve was within a two-week window of committee action. I logged all forty-three. None were flagged. We do not flag. We file.
I asked my supervisor once what would happen if I flagged a filing. She said we do not have a form for that. I never asked again.
In 2020, I processed 847 disclosures. In 2023, 1,211. In 2025, 1,614. The number of enforcement actions in each of those years was zero. The numerator changes. The denominator does not.
I want to tell you about the soldier again.
He made $409,881. He tried to delete his Polymarket account by calling customer service and saying he lost access to his email. He moved his profits into a foreign cryptocurrency vault and then into a new brokerage account. He used his real identity. He placed thirteen bets. Every single one was connected to an operation he personally participated in.
In my eleven years, I have processed disclosures from members of Congress who traded on:
Pending FDA approvals they learned about in committee.
Defense appropriations they voted on.
Trade policy they negotiated.
Pandemic response measures they drafted.
Interest rate decisions they were briefed on before the public.
None of them have been charged. None of them have been investigated by the Department of Justice. None of them have been referred to the SEC. The STOCK Act has produced zero prosecutions since it was signed on April 4th, 2012.
Fourteen years. Five hundred and thirty-five members. $635 million in trades last year alone. Zero cases.
My daughter asked me once what happens when someone breaks the rules. I told her we write it down. She asked what happens after that. I said it depends. She was nine. She is twenty now. It does not depend. Nothing happens after that.
The soldier made $409,881 and faces decades in prison. Nancy Pelosi entered Congress in 1987 with a portfolio worth approximately $785,000. It is now worth $133.7 million. That is a return of 16,930%. The Dow Jones returned 2,300% over the same period. Professional fund managers who beat the market for three consecutive years are considered exceptional. She has beaten it for thirty-seven. If a hedge fund produced those returns, the SEC would subpoena the records on a Thursday. She produced them from a building with a chapel and a gift shop.
She announced her retirement last year. No investigation was opened. No disclosure was flagged. Her filings were on time. In my office, on time means compliant. Compliant means closed.
I want to tell you about the fine.
$200. That is the maximum penalty for violating the STOCK Act's disclosure requirements. $200 for a member of Congress whose portfolio gained $4.7 million in a single quarter. I calculated what $200 represents as a percentage of $4.7 million. It is 0.004%. I could not find a comparison that made it meaningful. It is less than the price of the parking pass in the Rayburn garage. It is less than lunch at the members' dining room if you order the crab cakes, which I am told are excellent though I eat at my desk.
Since 2012, thirty-one bills have been introduced to restrict congressional trading. I keep a list. The list is longer than the STOCK Act itself.
On March 5th, 2026, a representative from Michigan introduced the thirty-second. He called it the "No Getting Rich in Congress Act." The bill would prohibit the President, Vice President, members of Congress, and their spouses from trading individual stocks, cryptocurrency, futures, and commodities while in office.
The bill was referred to committee. The committee has not scheduled a hearing. The committee is chaired by a member whose spouse executed $2.1 million in trades last year.
The bill will be reviewed. In my office, reviewed means read. Read means acknowledged. Acknowledged means a status has been assigned. A status is the absence of an action that has been given a name so it looks like one.
The soldier used classified information to make $409,881 on a prediction market. He has been charged with five federal crimes. The Department of Justice announced the case on the same day I processed three disclosures from members who traded on committee knowledge worth a combined $3.8 million.
The difference between the soldier and the members is not what they did. It is the building they did it in. He did it from Fort Bragg. They did it from the Capitol. He used a prediction market. They used the New York Stock Exchange. He bet on a military operation. They bet on the legislation they write.
He did not write the law. They did. They wrote the STOCK Act. Then they funded its enforcement at zero dollars. Then they set its maximum penalty at $200. Then they gave my office the authority to waive it. Then they traded $635 million.
The soldier flew to Caracas. He breached a compound. He put his body between a mission and a bullet. The people who ordered the operation were in a building with a credenza and sparkling water. They did not go to Caracas. They went to their brokerage accounts. The soldier made $409,881 and is now in federal custody. The people who knew what he was going to do before he did it made more and filed less. His prosecution is not a failure of the system. It is the system. One conviction per decade, at the lowest level, so the briefing slides can say enforcement exists. The $409,881 is not the crime. It is the cost of making $635 million look supervised.
In my field, we call this self-regulation.
The soldier's Polymarket account has been frozen. His military career is over. He will spend years in federal prison. My office will process every congressional disclosure filed this year. Every trade logged. Every $200 fine calculated and waived. The system is immaculate.
Fourteen years. Zero prosecutions. $635 million a year. A 16,930% return.
I have not leaked a document. I have not filed a complaint. I have not deviated from the process one single time. The process was written by the people whose forms I process.
As long as the disclosures go up and the cases don't, my performance review says I am meeting expectations.
My lanyard still says ETHICS. In eleven years, nobody has asked me to define the word.
Have you ever watched a horror movie with vampires?
Not sexy vampires for middle aged dumpy wine aunts to masturbate to, but actual lore accurate vampires?
The kind of movie where your grandfather is scratching at the window asking why you won't let him in, but there's something wrong with his eyes and the tone of his voice, and either that's not him, or worse yet, maybe it is him, but with everything that made him love you stripped away and replaced by insatiable hunger?
The main character is never stupid enough to let him in, is he?
It's always grandma.
About halfway through the movie.
And she's always the first to die, slaughtered the moment she opens that window, but almost everyone else sheltering in the house quickly, follows, leaving the protagonist and his scantily-dressed girlfriend to flee across the moors at night, pursued by the blood-hungry corpses of everyone else they ever loved.
You've seen that movie, right?
Well, I feel like I'm in that movie.
It's not that I hate grandma. She's nice. Loves people. Bakes cookies.
But she keeps trying to open the goddamned window.
Every time I point out that some institution of our former society is being worn as a skinsuit by corrupt self-interest masquerading as socialism masquerading as compassion, there's always those guys who are shocked and betrayed that I attacked their beloved thing.
No. Your beloved thing is gone. It doesn't matter what it did for you 30 years ago. It's not 30 years ago now. The soul of your beloved thing was eaten by a monster, and now it has become a monster itself.
It doesn't matter whether I'm talking about the Catholic church, Christianity in general, the Republican party, the American Medical Association, the NRA, Disney, whatever.
It's always the same. There's always the guy who is shocked, angry, and betrayed, because we're both supposed to be "right-wing", and here I am, attacking his beloved grandpa.
I must be an evil nihilist straight from the bowels of reddit.
But I am not trying to rob you. I am trying to help you.
That is not your grandpa.
That is a vampire.
What's almost worse is that there are some guys who do, eventually, understand. After they yell at me a bit and call me a grandpa-hater or something.
But the first thing they say, when they figure it out is...
"Can't we save the skinsuit?"
They're still hoping, on some level, that grandpa is still there. That there's a cure. That they can have their beloved institutions and traditions back.
Well, I'm not hopeful. I mean, I can't say for sure whether they can or can't, but that's not important. That's the wrong question.
We can't worry about saving Grandpa right now, because we have to save ourselves first. We have to survive the night.
And if you're not willing to stake Grandpa through the heart for that, or, worse yet, if you try to stop the rest of us, yelling "Grandpa! Noooooooo!", grabbing at someone's wrist as he's trying to raise the big wooden mallet, then...
Well, then you're not an enemy, but you are a liability.
And so we have to put you in the back seat. We can't stop attacking Vampire Grandpa to spare your feelings.
The hour is too late for us to listen to friends who can't tell the difference between us and the enemy.
I'm seriously considering signing up for grocery delivery service so i dont even have to go pick them up. Thats the current level of my hermiting ways.