I’m trying to tell my normie friends that something major is gonna happen and to be prepared. Ever since 2020, I can’t unsee it :/ and no one seems to bat an eye with a care in the world.
Today, 4 years ago, marks a huge day for me. A day I will never forget so sorry if I bring this up from time to time. I never spoke about it publicly but I had gone thru a long term breakup. I was in full survive mode. Being in a city I’m not from…I had so many decisions to make
“Yesterday, we went to the shelter to meet the husky boy we had planned to adopt.
But life had a different plan.
In a quiet kennel, behind the glass, sat a pit bull—large and solid, blue-gray in color, a white patch on his chest, a red collar around his neck. His posture was the saddest I’ve ever seen.
People often label pit bulls as aggressive or dangerous, but in truth they’re deeply loyal, sensitive, and full of love for humans.
He showed none of that here.
He sat with his back against the wall, head lowered, eyes heavy—like a dog who had been misunderstood and overlooked for so long that he no longer knew how to hope.
No pacing.
No barking.
Just silence.
A blue-gray pit bull judged long before anyone took the time to know him.
The volunteer spoke softly.
“He’s been here a while. He’s incredibly sweet and gentle. But people pass him by because he’s a pit bull. In the kennel, he just shuts down.”
That was all it took.
That quiet resilience.
That misunderstood strength.
He wasn’t broken—he was tired.
I looked at my partner.
They looked at me.
No discussion needed.
Some decisions don’t come from logic—they come from the heart recognizing an injustice.
“We’ll take him,” I said.
The ride home was silent.
No excitement.
No wagging tail.
He curled up in the back seat, his blue-gray body tucked tight, flinching at every sound.
But every now and then, he lifted his head and let the sunlight fall across his face—like he was reminding himself that warmth and safety still exist.
That night, in his new home—his forever home—he chose a corner of the room and fell into a deep sleep.
The kind of sleep that only comes when a body finally believes it’s safe.
One blue-gray pit bull.
One misunderstood soul.
And a lifetime of love just beginning.
Welcome home, brave boy.
You’re safe now.
You’re wanted.
And you will never be alone again.
Give a rescue dog the chance they deserve—adopt and change a life today."
Credit : Thomas Harnois
Three years ago when Bitcoin was $16,000 I was telling people that America and politicians were going to start buying Bitcoin as they realised there was no better collateral.
Now, the family of the president has bought $2 billion of Bitcoin, both sides of the aisle are buying, and the legislation has been passed. Bitcoin is now $108,000.
I don't know what else to say, my points have been made.
Either we default on the debt and the Dollar dies or we adopt Bitcoin as collateral and we avoid war.
If you don't see it yet I guess you'll figure it out when Bitcoin is $500k or $10 million.
I briefly saw my neighbor outside and the first thing she mentioned was politics. Fiat mindset will have you lost in the matrix. It will rot your brain. I truly feel bad tho. How can I spread hope?
I just overheard the man in front of me at the bank speak those words to the teller that are becoming all too common,
“But it’s MY money!”
Yes bitcoin absolutely fixes this.
Bitcoiners will never be normal people.
We’re not meant to be.
The second you go down the Bitcoin rabbit hole, you have signed away your right to ever fit in with the rest of humanity again.
You become that guy.
You know the one.
The person who can’t have a single conversation without mentioning fiat collapse, CPI data manipulation, or why the Federal Reserve is basically a cartel running a global fiat Ponzi scheme and your friends just wanted to talk about “House of the Dragon.”
You can’t help it.
It’s not a phase. It’s not even a choice.
Bitcoin doesn’t just change what you buy, it mutates your brain chemistry so profoundly that, at a primal level, you physically recoil at the thought of paying $4 for a coffee, because you’re calculating the sats in your head and screaming inside about opportunity cost.
You will NEVER be normal.
The best you can hope for is to find a fellow mutant who knows what a seed phrase is and won’t look at you like you’re Charles Manson when you explain that your dog technically owns more Bitcoin than 99% of Wall Street.
You have traded normal for conviction.
You’re not in it for the Lambos, or even for the yachts.
You’re in it for the privilege of watching civilization burn in real time with a smug, caffeinated grin, just waiting for the day you can tell your grandkids:
“Yes, I was there when money died. And I stacked through it all.”
📈 Gold surging
📈 Stocks at ATHs
📈 Unemployment growing
📈 Bond yields rising
Will the Fed be able to print its way out of the next financial crisis?
How will the bond market (& Bitcoin) respond?
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