I feel like smash buys are for bull markets and DCA is for bear.

Is Forrest Gump just Gone With the Wind from Rhett Butler’s perspective?

Some, indulging their desires for wealth gained quickly, are destined to be the poorest men in Babylon.

The elite don’t want you to know this, but you can just pick and choose your heroes. You do not have to recognize their preferred holidays and heroes.

Memes are a necessary tool at the beginning of the vibe shift, but must be expanded to long form narratives to keep the vibes rolling. After each technological leap since the birth of Christ something like a meme shows up in the town square (see printing press meme below.) Shortly followed by propaganda that’s a bit longer and more complex. Meme level propaganda generally requires an individual with access to an innovative tech able to deliver a simple punchline. This gets a message past the gate and then into households, where memes have their greatest effect. While punchlines can last for ages they don’t carry the same weight as long-form propaganda that are structured to please and packed with meaning. They are blown about by the political winds and deployed when necessary. Eventually, long form propaganda gets past the gate because it’s climbing over the walls and may even be invited in once the memes have done their work. This may seem like a spiritual or political turning of the tide, but never underestimate aligned incentives. Once the gatekeepers see that the Left cannot meme, they quickly learn that they’re also very bad at long form propaganda and the less ideological will make a simple business decision. They’ll cease giving the Leftists the air time and even pay the newcomers the old salaries. Here’s to the internet native long-form propagandists that will come soon.

An idea whose time has come: Bitcoin and what else?

All the TikTok people are going to get all of the engagement now, aren’t they?

Same Blood For joy I reach from this sorrow’s flood, From the curse’s breach in my same blood, For my same blood I cry out to He, That spills His own and covers me. These prayers did not start nor cease here, But continue on past clouds that clear. For my same blood I work and reap, Or else I hold my manhood cheap. Revoke the moon and stars their place, If I could see my same blood’s face. But in my blood I am not finding, A drop of power for loosing, binding. My flesh is groaning, teeth are grinding, But breath’s Light ease me, never blinding. One day I will see that Same Blood’s face, That raises me from my stainéd place. The cost for my same blood is not cheap, But He does not have to sow to reap. For my same blood the charge is clear, To pray Same Blood cover same blood here. Through all things, though blood spill from me, I pray all things go from me to He. Back into the breach for this Same Blood. May joy dry up this sorrow’s flood.

The man who levers long his life, May see a blessed day, In faith, he measures up all strife, And beckons it to pay, The bramble and the briar burn, To fuel his blessed bet, From sloth he does repentant turn, Makes sweet his curs-ed sweat, Through all he tenders up his best, To offer well-earned scars, As payment for the endless jest, Played by the larping czars, But when they swing to land their punch, A calloused hand they meet, With little work they lose their lunch, Bid usury defeat, This leveraged man continues on, A pathway bricked with joy, His dreams, they wander into dawn, And into his employ, To lift his wife and sons and kin, Above all thoughts of loss, And shield them from the risk that’s in, This game of pitch and toss, God bless the man, ten levers used, To make ten levers more, And give to him ten levers loosed, To lift ten cities, poor, Until they’re heavy and they’re rich, With men unbound by risk, Men unafraid to toss or pitch, Their fortune on the Fisc.