Day 15 at the ECB. On this day 54 years ago Richard Nixon stood in front of the cameras and broke the United States promise of Dollar convertibility to Gold. This "temporary" decoupling from economics and physics has become permanent. So permanent, that most people have no memory of what it was like before or have never experienced it. One year later the Club of Rome published it‘s report "Limits of Growth" a best seller on the predicaments of mankind, since a couple of years before, scientists throughout the world have been ringing the alarm bells about their observations of rising CO2 concentrations in the atmosphere and temperatures throughout the globe. Apparently there haven’t been limits to growth in debt. While I’m writing these words, global debt rises in astonishing speed. I just went to , let’s see how much interest has occurred until I finish writing this. The question is: Will we as a collective wake up from the fever dream soon enough or will we face death from overheating? We’re currently living through times of mass extinction and the question is: Collective action or suicide? No amount of money will solve this problem, no politicians and no conferences of parties will present solutions to tackle this global challenge while focusing on short-term profits and their self interest. To the bitcoiners: There are no citadels on a dead planet. The science is clear. We’re facing an existential threat, we need to take individual collective action now. To the climate activists: Without taking personal responsibility over your money, there will always be a system that tries to funnel funds to our enemies. It’s not a coincidence that it’s called the "Petrodollar" system yet you act like some political party or law or subsidizing would be able to fix an incentive structure that is rotten at its base layer. System Change happens in your head. And if it already happened in your head, than find the courage to take it to the streets, to the people. Forget about trying to force down the orange pill to a select group of family and friends. If you know the cure to fever, offer it to everyone you encounter. Do it regularly. No one is free until everyone is free. A species can only thrive if everything around it thrives too. We’re at 42$ Million, that occurred in interest over the past 10 min. That’s 2x the amount of #bitcoin that will have been mined in 2140. Let’s make sure our grandchildren are still able to visit Venice, New York and the Maledives in 2140, we may fail, but we should at least try our best. Join #SaturdaysforSatoshi tomorrow. Wear an orange vest, draw your sign, pick any local bank, stay for one block. We’re unstoppable because: We’re decentralized, we don’t need to ask permission, we are open source and we’ll be immutable on scale. image
Supplies secured 🫡 Private Ryan saved from starvation 🫶🏼 View quoted note →
Day 14 at the ECB. Since the forecast for today was even hotter than yesterday I decided to draw my sign in the shade, while being harassed from Security to draw elsewhere or come prepared or sit on the other side next to the river, because there are more people there bla bla… We reached all time high in global median temperature and in Bitcoin price, which is represented in today’s sign. Then I met a friend from last year who had decided to fast on this day to live in accordance with the prophet Mohammed, which seemed counterintuitive since going through the hottest day of the year without drinking water while doing sports didn’t seem very healthy to me. But I was happy about his company. Stefano and Toni, the shop owners from across the street supplied me with ice cubes throughout the day, which were essential to cool down body temperature from time to time. After I listened to a good lecture from Mark Beneke: "Time is up!" which gave insights into the latest IPCC report, I met Emin and his colleague Derek. Emin was a true pleb and we had a fun time shittalking fiat. To his colleague it must have looked pretty crazy, but we owned our cringe. They brought some Mate and Cashews and went their way. In the evening I was asking the security if they would refill my bottle since I had run out of water, to which they replied, that they had been given orders to not give me water anymore. WTF? Everybody knows the rules are bullshit, yet they follow orders because they fear for their jobs and therefore livelihoods. Day ended with a 7 minute meditative gratitude practice, during which they threatened to call the cops on me if I wouldn’t leave the block I was sitting on. I’m looking forward to bringing a bit of humanity to an inhuman place tomorrow. GN #Nostr, sleep well. 🧡
Day 13 at the ECB. Maybe it’s the number, but today was a battle. It’s hot. Too hot. I’ve been alone almost all day, questioning if my existence has any meaning at this place. The only thing that put a smile on my face was the driving school that has a butterfly on the car, reminding me that my presence might have ripple effects down the road that I can’t possibly comprehend now. Also my friend from ECB Security was kind enough to regularly ask me, if he can refill my water bottle. I liked the sign, but most wouldn’t or couldn’t see the context I was referring to. Am pretty exhausted, just from enduring heat and my own thoughts and doubts. Gratitude practice in the evening feels like a good ritual. It’s much easier to be there in company, but solitude also has its lessons. When I look at the weather forecast for tomorrow and the day after this turns into a heat endurance challenge. Gotta train for the summers to come, which are likely even hotter. Read the first chapter of "Ministry for the Future" to have a glance at what heatwaves in the future might feel like in the global south. Because after all, that’s why I’m sitting there: For the people who can’t, for the people who aren’t born yet and for the people that don’t have the balls yet. image
If hyperbitcoinization is a marathon, I’m training for a sub 2:10h time.
🪧 Just a pawn czeching Kingtillionaires. That’s the sign I held up at the end of Michael Saylor’s keynote @BTC Prague. Not for attention — but for alignment. Not to provoke — but to reveal. I didn’t come to clap for corporate alchemists leveraging fiat debt to hoard Bitcoin. I came to remind the room that **Bitcoin wasn’t made for the kings**. It was made for us — the pawns who move. --- ### ♟️ *Real Life Chess* Some would say my life is a mess, But they don’t know, that I’m playing chess. And although freedom is nice, It doesn’t come, without sacrifice. My opening move, Is finding the groove, Then I developed the skills, That gives tyrants the chills. Satoshi’s my guide, While I move like a knight, Dodging the banksters in black, While I plan my attack. Pawn checks King, Then rook takes pawn, Another wise rabbit appears at the spawn. As kings, queens and bishops fight for the center of attention, One pawn has come through, with a genius invention, That changes the structure of the current convention, And propels us forward into another dimension. This invention transformed the board from Chess into Go. Please enter the realm of the eternal flow. Now hierarchies crumble, And as I watch the cunts of the black army stumble, I look for the signal within all the scrumble, the eternal pulse says: **"Stack sats and stay humble."** With the endgame in sight, we switch black to white. We follow the light, We trust our might. Then we meet our queen, Feel suddenly seen, And gracefully live, in the between. It might be Go it might be Chess, But one thing is certain, **It’s a beautiful mess.** --- This poem isn’t just a metaphor. It’s a **roadmap** for the pleb who chooses dignity over dependence. It’s a mirror held up to a Bitcoin culture that’s forgetting its roots in favor of Wall Street cosplay and applause for Cantillonaires. Because let’s call it what it is: Debt-financed Bitcoin buys are **Proof-of-Stake in fiat**. They are not heroic. They are opportunistic. They are not revolution. They are reallocation — from the center of power, using the tools of that power. But #Bitcoin doesn’t belong to boardrooms. It belongs to the builders, the miners, the teachers, the sovereign individuals, the ones who gave something up to *earn* something real. It belongs to those who make *the move*. --- ### ✊ So here’s the move: 🛠️ Build outside the gatekeepers. @Sovereign Engineering 🚫 Refuse applause for fiat leverage. 📣 Disrupt the narrative. 🎯 Use non-violent direct action to **check power**, wherever it hides. 🧠 Stay sharp. Stay sovereign. ⚒️ Stack work. Not just sats. Because the endgame isn’t a new pig on a throne. The endgame is *you*, awake and aware, transforming from pawn to queen, and *watching the kings fall* — not through violence, but by **moving better**. --- Bitcoin doesn’t need another billionaire. It needs a billion plebs playing with intention, moving through sacrifice, flowing through the mess, and building the future from the ground up. We’re not here to crown a king. We’re here to **flip the board**. #PlebCheck #ProofOfWork #CheckTheKing #NonViolentDirectAction #RealLifeChess #StackSatsAndStayHumble This is for the builders, the plebs, the poets, the radicals, and the knights who still move sideways in a rigged game. Tagging a few, to reach more plebs: @Gigi @calle @jack @PABLOF7z @Vitor Pamplona @jb55 @Max @ODELL @Martti Malmi @Adam Back @Derek Ross image