This is might seem radical 😂 https://medium.com/@FF2K/the-ultimate-sunshine-law-why-america-needs-a-bitcoin-reserve-to-pay-its-officials-50f486034b42

The “signal” this cycle is buried under a pile of 30-year-old orange-tie shitcoiners cosplaying capital allocators. Before we get a real reversal, they need to eat humble pie, burn their orange ties in effigy, and remember Bitcoin wasn’t built for clout.

Imagine having the ability to park your savings routinely, as you accumulated it, in something you could comfortably secure yourself, That couldn’t be frozen, seized or debased, That you could send anywhere in the world or to a bank to exchange for fiat 24/7, 365? That’s the only reason to HODL and expose yourself to #Bitcoin 🍿

I’m considering becoming a plethora of misinformation. What are the pros and cons?

My hope? That anyone who buys Bitcoin with money they didn’t earn gets lit up….individuals, corporations, even sovereigns Proof of Work was never just a consensus mechanism, it’s the ethos. If I’m in the red stacking sats I worked for, so be it. If you can accumulate Bitcoin without lifting a finger…what did you actually earn? Bitcoin without sweat is just another shitcoin. Let the opportunists get smoked while i humbly keep accumulating sats with every pay check. #ProofOfWorkOrBust #Bitcoin 🍿

Confessions of a MicroStrategy Investor A letter no one asked for, but everyone should read before handing their Bitcoin dreams to a man in an orange tie. — Dear Fellow Bag-Holders, Future Therapists, and Anyone Still Pretending This Was “Strategic,” I write to you today not as a proud MicroStrategy shareholder, but as a man who has stared directly into the mirror and whispered the words: “Bro… what have you done?” Look—I’m not embarrassed that I invested in Bitcoin. Magical internet money is fine. It’s pure. It’s incorruptible. It’s literally math wrapped in electricity. Beautiful. I am, however, deeply embarrassed that I gave a company with salaries, leases, marketing teams, HR reps, and a snack budget my money… so they could buy that same magical internet money at a premium, wrap it in a corporate costume, and then somehow—somehow—turn it into something that trades at a discount. A discount. On Bitcoin. In a Bitcoin bull market. Amazing. Inspirational, even. If there were an Olympic event for turning alpha into coupons, MicroStrategy would sweep the podium. Do you know how helpless you feel when your investment thesis boils down to: “I believe in Bitcoin so much I outsourced it to a business with overhead.” That’s like loving organic vegetables so much you hire a Fortune 500 company to grow them for you under fluorescent lights, at 4× the cost, while their interns eat half the crop. And yes, yes, I get it—leverage, strategy, blah blah blah. But when your CEO has to juggle debt payments, stock issuance, Twitter theatrics, and a line item called “orange tie dry-cleaning,” you start to wonder: Was I investing in Bitcoin… or in the world’s most complicated meme account? At this point, even my Bitcoin-hating uncle respects me more than my financial advisor does. At least the uncle says he bought gold once because “it was shiny.” My excuse? I thought buying a corporate wrapper around Bitcoin was “efficient.” Efficient at what? Converting sats into operating expenses? If I wanted discounted Bitcoin, I should’ve just bought Bitcoin. If I wanted chaos, I could’ve bought a shitcoin. Instead, I bought a stock that somehow blended both worlds. A schrödinger’s tradfi-wrapped-Bitcoin derivative that lives in a simultaneous state of premium and embarrassment. So here I stand—an MSTR shareholder. A man who believed. A man who delegated. A man who now understands that true self-sovereignty means never relying on a corporate board to stack for you. Godspeed to us all. And please—next board meeting—cut the marketing budget before the coupons. Sincerely, A Recovering MicroStrategy Apologist P.S. If anyone needs me, I’ll be buying the underlying asset directly like a grown adult.

There is a group. Not a club, not an organization — no meetings, no dues, no merch, no leaders. No one joins. No one applies. No one would ever admit to being in it, even if they were. Some don’t even know they’re members yet. Some will never know, and still serve the purpose. We don’t sell you anything. There is no mailing list, no Discord, no handshakes. You can’t buy your way in, and you sure as hell can’t market your way in. But you might already be part of it. A quiet order of those who see the world not as it is sold to them, but as it really is. Those who understand that truth is verified, not advertised. That sovereignty isn’t granted, it’s earned. That money must be chosen, not assigned. Bitcoin is only seventeen years old — but this ethos? This lineage of free thinkers, builders, stewards of self-determination and sound value? Ancient. Older than empires. Older than banks. Older than kings. For now, the highest service you can offer this world is to remain unknown. No badge. No banner. No public virtue signal. You hold quietly. You build quietly. You prepare quietly. Because history rewards those who stay humble in the dawn and stand tall at noon. And when the world catches up — when the noise fades and the signal rings clear — membership will become obvious without being spoken. But until then? We don’t say who we are. We just are. The HODLuminati. Ancient in spirit. Modern in armor. Eyes open. Keys held. Keeping the future honest, even if no one knows our names.