Give Caesar his paper, his tax, his crumbs.
Bitcoin stays with us.
It canβt be seized, canβt be rotted, and if I want, it follows me to the grave.
Fiat is theirs. Bitcoin is ours. βοΈπ‘
Early on in life, a man wages war, not with the world, but with himself.
These years decide everything.
Break your chains and rise, or stay shackled to the past and die were you stand.
In a world of noise, lies, and chaos, Bitcoin is the Signal, hard, incorruptible, carved by energy and Proof of Work.
While empires rot on paper and promises, the Timechain stands unbroken.
Mine it, hodl it, and hold order against the inevitable storms
GM!
Pain is the toll for power.
The hard road builds men, the easy road buries them.
Do what shatters the weak,bleed, grind, endure.
Hardship is not your enemy, it is your forge. Embrace it.
Life is short, too short to chase bullshit, flatter cowards, argue with fools, or waste nights in empty spaces.
Cut the noise.
Spend whatβs left on what matters, or die as just another forgotten name on a list no one remembers.
Just got off the phone with one of the homies, his son just got murdered, shot through the heart, in a small town.... the BS is starting to creep out into the sticks... be ready, watch your 6. π‘βοΈπ§‘π
GM!
Itβs time to do the hard things!!
Make choices that would break weaker men.
Build what most wonβt touch, and carry weight few can bear.
Greatness is carved by those who embrace the work others fear.
No more wasted flare gas here!! Turned fire into π½.
Off-grid mining isnβt pretty: iron, sweat, and scars in the oil fields etc...
This is proof-of-work in its rawest form.
Energy forged into freedom, the hard way, the only way, MY WAY.π§‘
