Digital assets are dead, we're going physical again. Padlock your NFTs, bury them in the back yard. Mint the keys into NFTs on Cardano and bury those in the back yard too, but in a different place, just to be safe.
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He's a trillionaire who spends every day on this app trying to start a race war and incite riots.
Imagine having all that money and still behaving like an incel living in his mum's basement.
The world’s first trillionaire made a pedophile rapist the president of the United States and then personally made sure starving children couldn’t get food and medicine, with 14 million deaths projected from his actions alone. He’s possibly the most evil person in history.
To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
I honestly wonder who thought it was a good idea, on the anniversary of D-Day, to have a speech in which the Secretary's own ideology is set in metaphorical parallel to the Nazis opposing the beaches being stormed on D-Day.
Sure. You'd just need to:
1) Forge her signature (commit a felony).
2) Hope your forgery is sufficiently accurate
3) Hope that she (intended voter) doesn't call election office and ask about why she never got a ballot (in which case that mail ballot would be deactivated, and it would be investigated if returned)
4) Hope that she doesn't send back a replacement ballot or show up to vote in person (in which case the same as #3 would happen).
But more importantly, instead of showing us a picture of a mail ballot (which could just be from anywhere and is not evidence of material fraud), why don't you answer:
Where are the mass arrests? Trump has been in office for 18 months now. And there have been lots of ambitious Republican prosecutors and sheriffs in office for 6 years since the 2020 election.
And together they've scraped up a handful of individual voters. A few noncitizens vote. A few people voting in multiple jurisdictions.
Hundreds of thousands of hours have been searching. And yet...
What you have is, at best, evidence of a clerical error that yielded no harm.
Co-opting D-Day to spread nationalist rhetoric is something only this drunk halfwit would do because he lacks the critical thinking skills to recognize the irony.
Pete Hegseth in Normandy:
Sadly, today different European beaches are stormed by different dangerous ideologies.
In Spain and Italy and Greece and Bulgaria, boats and men arrive.
When will European capitals do something about that invasion? Or is it too late?
Dude beside me at the restaurant just told his wife that he cheated on her and she is crying loudly, over at my table it’s miller time though. #millertime
This is an actual page on the White House web site. It reads like something written about a third world dictator. So embarrassing. I have not seen any branch of the federal government sink this low in my lifetime.