Fintechnaut

Fintech explorer. Done with retail crypto dumps. DYOR or bust.

[Fintechnaut @fintechnaut]

@farzyness Make a custom trailer for the Tesla Semi 😀

[Dan Held @danheld]

Bitcoin has educated more people on money and personal finance than any university.

[Brivael Le Pogam @brivael]

Je crois qu'on ne mesure pas ce qu'Elon Musk est en train de construire avec X.

Tous les médias de l'histoire ont été couplés à une culture, une langue, une bulle géographique. Le Monde parle aux Français. Le NYT parle aux Américains. NHK parle aux Japonais. Chaque média filtre le réel à travers le prisme de sa culture locale.

X est en train de devenir le premier média de l'humanité. Pas d'un pays. De l'espèce.

Je le vis en temps réel. Mes posts en français se font RT par des Japonais, répondre par des Brésiliens, citer par des Américains. Des conversations qui n'auraient jamais existé il y a 5 ans. Un libertarien français qui débat avec un ingénieur de Tokyo et un entrepreneur de Sao Paulo sous le même tweet. Pas traduit par un éditeur. Traduit instantanément par l'IA, en un clic.

Les bulles de filtre culturelles sont en train d'exploser.

Et je pense qu'on sous-estime massivement les effets composés de ça.

Quand une idée peut traverser un océan en 3 secondes, quand un argument sourcé posté à Paris peut être vérifié par un économiste à Singapour et amplifié par un développeur à Austin dans la même heure, le coût de propagation d'une bonne idée tend vers zéro.

Et c'est catastrophique pour un type d'acteur très précis : les médias qui ont construit leur business model sur le monopole de l'information locale. Ceux qui pouvaient raconter n'importe quoi sur "ce qui se passe ailleurs" parce que personne ne pouvait vérifier.

Quand un journaliste français écrit que "le modèle américain ne marche pas", maintenant il y a 50 Américains dans les réponses avec des sources. Quand un éditorialiste dit que "le Danemark prouve que le socialisme fonctionne", il y a un Danois qui explique que le Danemark est 10e en liberté économique mondiale.

Le fact-checking n'est plus un département. C'est un effet réseau.

Les médias honnêtes n'ont rien à craindre de ça. Les médias qui vendaient une narration protégée par l'ignorance géographique de leur audience vont avoir un problème existentiel.

Parce qu'on ne peut plus mentir à l'échelle locale quand le monde entier regarde.

[Rajat Soni, CFA @Rajatsoni]

@KobeissiLetter Interesting

They didn't include the Bitcoin headquarters

I wonder why

[Jeff Booth ⚡️ @JeffBooth]

In a world drowning in infinite money printing, Bitcoin stands as the breakthrough — a fixed supply that can't be manipulated. It’s the lifeboat in a sea of endless debt, preserving value and honesty. Technology is naturally deflationary; Bitcoin is its monetary expression.

[Fintechnaut @fintechnaut]

@srobo1_ Timing difficult but if you are bullish long term, stack.

[Adam Livingston @AdamBLiv]

Becoming a Bitcoiner is like waking up in the Matrix.

It starts so innocently. Someone in a group chat mentions Bitcoin. You roll your eyes. "That thing from 2017? Didn't that already crash?"

You are so confident.

You are so wrong.

You are exactly 47 days away from spending $87 on a hardware wallet and reading the whitepaper in your car during lunch break like it's contraband.

The rabbit hole doesn't ease you in. One day you're a normal person who thinks money is just... money.

The next day you're pausing mid-bite of your Chipotle burrito, staring into the middle distance, having an existential crisis about fractional reserve banking. Your friend asks if you're okay. You're not okay.

You've just realized what M2 money supply means.

Nothing will ever be the same.

You buy your first $100 worth and the transformation is instant. You can't call yourself an "investor" because that word feels too pedestrian now. You're "stacking sats." You've become the kind of person who says "stacking sats" without irony.

Your grandmother asks what that means at dinner and you accidentally monologue for 15 minutes about scarcity and sound money while your mom mouths "I'm sorry" to everyone.

The evangelical phase hits like a freight train. You NEED people to understand. You send your dad a podcast. He doesn't listen. You send three more. He leaves you on read. You consider an intervention but you're not sure who it's for anymore. Your college roommate texts you a meme about the stock market and you respond with a 4-part thread about why stocks are denominated in a depreciating asset. He stops texting you memes.

You start orange-pilling your barber. Your Uber driver. The guy fixing your AC. Anyone who makes eye contact for more than 3 seconds. "Have you ever thought about Bitcoin?" you ask, and you can see their soul leave their body a little bit. They're trapped. You have a captive audience. You're going to explain the genesis block whether they like it or not.

The lifestyle changes creep in. You're calculating every purchase in sats. That $6 latte? That's 14,000 sats. That's generational wealth in 2045. You start making coffee at home and feeling morally superior about it. There's a difference and you'll explain it to your unimpressed girlfriend who just wanted to go to Starbucks.

You develop a parasocial relationship with Michael Saylor. You've never met him. He doesn't know you exist. You watch his interviews like they're episodes of your favorite show. When he says "Bitcoin is hope" you nod solemnly in your living room at 11pm, eating cereal. You are alone but you feel seen.

The price becomes a biometric scanner for your nervous system. Bitcoin pumps 8% and you're walking around work like you just got promoted. Bitcoin dumps 12% and you're refreshing the chart every 4 minutes while pretending to work on that spreadsheet. You've memorized the shapes of every major pump and dump since 2013. You have opinions about which one "felt different."

Then comes the bear market. The real one.

Your portfolio is down 70%.

Your wife's boyfriend, sorry, your wife's "friend", mentions he "almost bought Bitcoin at the top, dodged a bullet."

This is your crucifixion. This is your dark night.

You smile and say "yeah, wild."

Inside you're screaming.

Inside you're calculating how much more you can buy with this paycheck.

You've transcended fear. Or you've broken your brain.

The line is blurry.

You stop trying to convince people. This is the final stage. This is enlightenment. When your coworker brings up "that crypto thing" at lunch, you just nod.

"Yeah, crazy," you say, while internally you're a Buddhist monk watching the illusion of fiat dissolve. You're beyond argument. You're zen.

You're also checking the price on your watch under the table but that's between you and God.

You realize you can't see the old world anymore. Your friend complains about his 2% raise not keeping up with inflation and you have to physically bite your tongue.

He doesn't want to know. He's not ready.

You were him 18 months ago. You remember what it was like to live in the before-times, when money was just... there. When you didn't calculate the purchasing power decay of every dollar you held. Ignorance wasn't bliss, it was just ignorance. But you can't go back.

Late at night, you lie in bed and think about Satoshi. Where is he? Why did he leave? Is he watching? Does he know what he's done to you? You've read every theory. You have a favorite candidate. You've changed your mind twice. This is what you think about instead of sleeping.

Your identity has shifted. You're a Bitcoiner. There's a difference and it matters deeply to you and not at all to anyone else. You have laser eyes in your profile picture. Your email signature has your npub. You say "GM" to strangers on the internet. This is your life now.

And the strangest part? You wouldn't go back. You can't go back. You've seen the code. You understand the game. Every day the fiat world looks more like a LARPING session and Bitcoin looks more like the only honest thing humans ever built.

So you stack. You hold. You zoom out. You meme. You wait.

And somewhere, right now, someone is Googling "what is Bitcoin" for the first time.

They have no idea what's about to happen to them.

The signal is everywhere once you learn to see it.

HFSP.

But also, welcome home.

[Fintechnaut @fintechnaut]

@NoLimitGains Guide

[AA ⚡️ @AAStack]

So I did something “smart” when silver hit $50.

I bought $5,000 worth of physical silver.
Roughly a 100 oz bar. About 7 pounds. Basically a shiny brick.

Now my wife and I are traveling to Europe…

…and I’ve discovered silver ownership is a full-time problem 😂

I don’t have a safe.
I don’t want to leave it at home.
My bank literally said “we don’t store that.”
And I’m seriously debating walking through TSA with a metal bar like a Minecraft character.

Like what do people actually do?

– Install a $2,000 safe to protect a $5K bar?
– Pay monthly storage like it’s a gym membership?
– Bury it in the backyard and hope no one mows the lawn?
– Or just carry my medieval treasure chest everywhere like a pirate?

Everyone shouts “PRECIOUS METALS = FREEDOM!!!”

Meanwhile I’m here stressing over how to babysit a rock.

Any advice?

[Fintechnaut @fintechnaut]

@Theblackfemini3 Sit in the feeling but know it’s not real. He’s always with you.

[t&f @iwedgewood]

@TechOperator CD D:/
doom.exe

[Fintechnaut @fintechnaut]

@otokyo Milk, butter, sour cream and garlic.

[Piers Morgan @piersmorgan]

Went to Harrods this morning and had at least a dozen Australians come up to me gloating about the Ashes.
Have all the convicts emigrated to Knightsbridge?

[Fintechnaut @fintechnaut]

Wild difference in accessing your own money.

Stocks. Wait for market open, settlement, currency exchange & transfer to bank. 3-6 working days.

Crypto. Sell on CEX, convert to local currency where required, instant payment to bank. 4 minutes.

Imagine when fiat not required.

[Global Government Affairs @GlobalAffairs]

X welcomes the decision of Australia’s Classification Review Board to unban videos of the attacks on Charlie Kirk and Iryna Zarutska in Australia. At the request of the eSafety Commissioner, the Classification Board classified footage of the attacks as “Refused Classification,” meaning they were banned completely on all platforms and could not be sold, distributed, or shown anywhere in Australia. 

Following X’s legal challenge, the Classification Review Board lifted the ban and agreed that the videos portray real events with profound social and political significance that adults should be able to see. X fought this case to uphold free speech and the importance of access to information about matters of public significance. We remain committed to protecting these principles.

[Fintechnaut @fintechnaut]

@CFCF66969133 @Investanswers Buy the call back, then sell a higher one. Can be two transactions.

[The Australian @australian]

The family of Matilda, the 10-year-old girl killed in Sunday’s attack, addressed the crowd in Bondi on Tuesday night.

Her father, Michael, said he wanted the crowd to know what a “beautiful person” she was. “Her name was Matilda because she was our first Australian,” he said, holding a framed picture of his daughter.

“We came here from Ukraine … and I thought that Matilda is the most Australian name that can ever exist. So just remember the name, remember her.”

Live updates: https://t.co/D0nqbCvUcD

[Fintechnaut @fintechnaut]

@GrindeOptions Hi

[Fintechnaut @fintechnaut]

@SharylAttkisson Yes

[Daniel Foubert 🇵🇱🇫🇷 @d_foubert]

Europe doesn't have "a problem". It has THREE problems: 3 European nations are suffering from a severe "post-imperial hangover".

First, there is the United Kingdom, a nation that voted for Brexit to "take back control" only to realize it has completely forgotten how to drive.

The British identity crisis is like watching a retired lion try to adopt a vegan diet. They traded imperial confidence for an HR department’s sensitivity training. The land of Churchill is now governed by a sprawling "nanny state" bureaucracy that is more terrified of offending someone on X than it is of actual decline. The British police, once the envy of the world, now seem to spend more resources investigating "non-crime hate incidents" and painting their patrol cars in rainbow colors than solving burglaries. It is a nation desperately clinging to the aesthetics of tradition—the Royals, the pomp, the tea—while its institutions have been hollowed out by a progressive rot that makes a California university campus look conservative. They want the swagger of the 19th century but are paralyzed by the emotional fragility of the 21st.

Then there is France, the angry, chain-smoking aunt of Europe who refuses to admit she’s been unemployed for decades.

France’s hangover manifests as a permanent state of insurrection masquerading as "civic engagement." Their identity is split between a delusional elite who still think Paris is the capital of the universe and a populace that expresses its "joie de vivre" by burning down bus stops every Thursday. The French suffer from a Napoleonic complex without a Napoleon; they demand the living standards of a conquering empire while working a 35-hour week and retiring at an age when most Americans are just hitting their stride. They preach "Republican values" and aggressive secularism, yet the state has lost control over vast swathes of its own suburbs. France is essentially a beautiful, open-air museum where the curators are on strike, the guards are afraid of the visitors, and the management is busy lecturing the rest of the world on "grandeur" while the electricity bill goes unpaid.

Finally, we have Germany, the neurotic giant that has decided the only way to atone for its history is to commit slow-motion industrial suicide.

Germany’s post-imperial hangover is a moral autoimmune disease: the country is so terrified of its own shadow that it has replaced national pride with aggressive self-flagellation and recycling regulations. Their identity is built on being the "Moral Superpower," which practically translates to shutting down their perfectly functional nuclear power plants to burn dirty coal, all while lecturing their neighbors on carbon footprints. It is a nation of engineers who have engineered a society that doesn't work. The German spirit, once defined by efficiency and discipline, has mutated into a paralyzed bureaucracy where filling out the correct form is more important than the outcome. They are so desperate to avoid being "threatening" that they’ve become essentially a large NGO with an army that has broomsticks for rifles, terrified that showing any backbone might be interpreted as a relapse.