My job is of an immense scope. I have to build a loving caring environment in one side, and disrupt a shitty stale hateful structure in the other so we have a minimal chance to extend a loving caring ecosystem forward. The broken side doesn't speak nonviolent communication.

And no, I won't join the movement, agree with your anti-feminist ideologies, tell everyone we don't have a misogyny problem, and suppress all other women just because you've offered me trips to Bitcoin conferences in Europe and the USA—and threatened to cut contact with me and block my access to opportunities in Bitcoin development otherwise. No, thanks, and goodbye. I'm glad you blocked me.

This is absolutely disheartening, and I have every right to feel upset at you for delusionally licking each other's butts while the world right next to you—a world YOU have the power and influence to change overnight—just burns.

When you realize that showing the evidence has no effect, and marches are the very last resort within your power to change the world.

I'm a nice person—don't shoot the messenger. Pretend I'm a bot that came from the future to save you.

My experience with Nostr is similar to my experience with Bitcoin in Brazil: an inner circle using the excuse of bootstrapping and scaling a technology essential for humanity, while in reality, they just run in circles kissing each other’s butts.

I just found out that Elias Antonio Lopes, a slave trader, was one of the wealthiest people in Brazil, even wealthier than the imperial family. He donated the Quinta da Boa Vista estate to the Portuguese royal family when they fled the Napoleonic Wars to Brazil. When money speaks, no one checks the grammar—especially when it comes to trading human labor.