silk.btc

Bitcoin, Shitposts, Cats

[silk.btc @ethertofu]

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This is Steve

[Michael Saylor @saylor]

@jimcramer It’s just a flesh wound, Jim.

[Documenting Saylor @saylordocs]

You didn’t buy Bitcoin to get rich.

You bought it because something felt wrong:

Money lost value.
Banks closed accounts.
Governments printed trillions.
The system rewarded the powerful…
and punished everyone else.

So you took a leap.

You bought Bitcoin.
Not much — just enough to feel scary.

Then came the tests:

It surged.
You felt brilliant.

It crashed.
You felt foolish.

People laughed.
People doubted.
People told you to give up.

But every time you questioned yourself,
Bitcoin reminded you why you started:

A savings account that can’t be frozen.
A currency that can’t be inflated away.
A network that doesn’t care who you are.

You held through the fear.
You held through the noise.
You held through the storms.

And slowly…

The laughter stopped.
The doubt faded.
The world woke up.

Now people ask you:

“How did you know?”

You didn’t.

You just believed:

In freedom.
In sovereignty.
In a better future than the one we were handed.

And that’s the real profit.

Not the number on a screen —
but the person you became on the journey.

[Michael Saylor @saylor]

If you want to ride the rocket, you’ve got to be prepared to pull the Gs.

[silk.btc @ethertofu]

New York is cooked

[Moongazer @joeybeastmarket]

once per month i allow myself to enter into an alternate personality i refer to as “the monkey” in which i give in to all of my ape brain desires without personal judgment or fear of consequence. often this ends with me going to mcdonalds and eating a 20 piece nugget and 2 big macs in my car in the parking lot but on particularly autistic occasions i tend to freestyle.

tonight was one of my “monkey nights” and my biological requirement for subway was irresistible. i drove 45 minutes out of town as i knew my behavior would be unacceptable.

it was here i made my move. the sandwich artist had never been through an employee training module to prepare him for this terror.

entering the establishment, i initially confirmed that i was the only patron. i then approached the counter, my eyes glazed over.

i did not speak. i did not make any facial expressions. i simply pointed at each item that i desired. the sandwich artist did not understand.

i point to the bread. he approaches it. “this one sir?”

i flick my wrist slightly to the left. i have clearly indicated an italian footlong. i hold my pose, continuing to point at the bread until he correctly identifies it.

he brings the bread to the condiments. I point again. he hesitates. his arm lurches forward, then just as quickly returns, guarded to his chest.

he is on the defensive. i have not blinked nor spoken a single word. “what meat would you like tonight?”

his training has overridden his fight or flight instinct. i point to the beef. his hand hovers over it. he reaches in and grabs his first handful. i continue to point. he places the handful on the bread. i continue to point. his arm reaches back to the meat in its tin container.

“you want double?” i can hear the fear in his voice. i point at the meat. he grabs the meat and places it again upon the sandwich.

i point next to the cheese. he moves to the cheese. he does not ask which cheese. he belongs to me now. his hand maneuvers over the swiss. well done.

i point next to the onions. he looks at me for a moment. a pregnant pause. he seems to want to speak. but he doesn’t. he is the monkey now with me. he grabs the onions.

i lower my hand. he waits motionless. i lift my other arm and point to the oven. i betray nothing with my stare. my posture is strong. my deltoid is flexed effortlessly to extend my arm, merely a vessel to communicate what my brain so desires.

he understands me explicitly. he moves to the oven. i move two steps to the right, down the assembly line. there is nobody else in this store. he is aware of the danger he faces.

i continue to point at my desired toppings. upon completion of the sandwich, there is tension in the air. irrelevant to my desires. i approach the cash register. i then double back to the beginning of the line. i point at the sugar cookie. he approaches the cookies.

he grasps the chocolate chip cookie. in an instant, i have transformed my pointing hand into a thumbs down. he gasps. he drops the cookie as if it were molten rock. i walk calmly back to the register.

i pay $25 for a sandwich and a cookie. i leave no tip.

i leave the store in silence and drive home listening to ben folds five. it is only after fully ingesting the sandwich that i realize i pointed silently at my doorman instead of greeting him upon entering my apartment. i lock my doors and play kingdom come deliverance 2 while wearing silk underwear

[internbrah @internbrah]

The McRib is back. BTC historically goes up >2x after the McRib returns. Don’t fade the McRib.

Not financial advice.

[Angie G @MomAngtrades]

$MSTR needs to hire Sidney Sweeney

[silk.btc @ethertofu]

@cneuralnetwork 150

[silk.btc @ethertofu]

@reecebrah You're a jew

[Adam Livingston @AdamBLiv]

You know the best thing about being a Bitcoiner?

You no longer pretend.

You stopped pretending your boss is a “mentor.”

You stopped pretending your girlfriend respects your job.

You stopped pretending stocks are “ownership.”

You stopped pretending your Roth IRA will matter in 40 years.

You stopped pretending the war is “over there.”

You stopped pretending your life was fine.

You broke the spell.

You read The Creature from Jekyll Island at 2am and couldn’t sleep.

You watched Saylor on Tucker and felt your ancestors stir.

You sat in your one-bedroom apartment with a laptop, a cold black coffee, and a cracked iPhone screen,
staring into the void, realizing you’re in a digital serfdom.

You didn’t buy Bitcoin for gains.

You bought it because your dad spent 40 years in a factory and still couldn’t retire.

Because your bank flagged a $600 Venmo transaction like you were Pablo Escobar.

Because a man in a suit on CNBC told you inflation was "transitory" while eggs hit $8.49.

Because you saw a generation laugh at masculinity while begging the government for rent relief.

Bitcoin didn’t just change your portfolio.

It REWIRED your SOUL.

You eat steak now. You lift.

You don’t trust anyone with a lanyard.

You value time, energy, freedom, and truth.

And for the first time in your life, you feel dangerous again.

Bitcoin didn’t make you rich.

It made you sovereign.

And that’s what they’ll never forgive you for.

[lynk @lynk0x]

My rich friends text me back instantly

My broke friends leave me on delivered for a couple of hours

Thats not a coincidence my guy

[Carnivore Aurelius ©🥩 ☀️🦙 @AlpacaAurelius]

don't get me wrong, getting drunk is fun...

but once you have a higher purpose in life it starts to be harder to justify

it takes at least 2-3 days to get your energy levels and cognitive performance back

99% of the time it's just not worth it

[buecherernst☦️ @buecherernst]

@iamyesyouareno The Negro instinctively despises everything it could never achieve, thus disrupting beauty, order and goodness everywhere it is permitted to enter.

[silk.btc @ethertofu]

@TheBTCTherapist Different businesses but ok...

[silk.btc @ethertofu]

@princesspopthat Nigga

[silk.btc @ethertofu]

Nigtard

[alex @kirbxbt]

here is a visualization of your options

[Apolitical @Apolitical3678]

I was never actually racist until I lived around black people.

It’s not prejudice it’s postjudice

[Wei Wu 吴伟 @WuWei113]

I suddenly realize how not be depression. Only two option:

1. You be dumb like shit, low iq, no brain activity, no ability for think for self. Always be blindly believe everything.

2. Take care daily responsibility. Let fate decide life.

Take care daily responsibility. No think much about philosophy. Just go do. Only use brain for think how do better take care daily responsibility. Now your iq be your friend.

If think much philosophy, you be depression. No need ask self philosophy question like “what my purpose? Am I do right thing? Am I do x, y, z?” Now you most confusion self. Now your iq be your worst enemy.