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no look hodlers: (back to crypto for a sec) bitcoin is suffering from its success. it became too precious. nobody wants to use gold as a currency nowadays because it is precious. if all the mined gold was packed into a cube each side would measure approx. 22.3 meters or about 73 feet. nobody wants to pay for a slice of pizza today that is worth the price of a one bedroom tomorrow (or worse, a mansion!). so it has to depreciate and stabilize to be used as a peer-to-peer currency. it can not be so precious. risk of course of dropping is if institutional investors hodl & buy more but if they are overleveraged clear them out and all of a sudden bitcoin is useful (again or finally).
i mean, eventually there will have to be convictions for these guys. or else there will be vigilante justice: remember comet ping pong? maybe you forgot that but you have not forgotten luigi. no matter how much you beef up your security teams: the party is over. *sprinkle sprinkle* is that novichok in your underpants? these dudes will be living in permanent fear such that they will wish to go to prison, they’ll arrange the show trials themselves!
Thinking Out Type: I get why Israel needs the Arab countries, but I don’t get why the Arab countries need Israel, especially if the petrodollar goes kaput. That would be the main dependency, and perhaps dependency on controlled shipping routes. But if that is solved another way, I don’t see why they won’t all send Israel a big fat eviction notice. Seems like it is just a nuisance of a country for the region.
ON USING PEOPLE AS CURRENCY OR ALL TOMORROW’S (AND YESTERDAY’S) PARTIES—> “DON’T COUNT ME AS ONE OF YOUR ASSETS” We should all probably be reflecting on not merely jeevacation-at-gmail but who we know that may be like him. What’s most disturbing reading some of the emails is the chumminess. The friendliness. Brings back an interaction I had with someone a few years ago that I had concluded to be a Procurer of People—and avoided. I had attended an event at a private social club in San Francisco, a mixer of sorts for artists and creatives. (You know how the Bay Area is these days—cafes behind paywalls.) The host offered the place as a site for projects and so I suggested doing a film club. He liked that idea and wanted to co-host it with me so we did. This was a few years ago but we were slated to host the first one in March of 2020. That never happened, it ended up virtual, so after that point I never met this guy again in person. But before that we were recruiting people to join this new film club and met a couple times in person. I remember the first time after one of these film meetups he invited me to another event at the club. There were different rooms on different levels each with a bar or different design style or theme. He handed me a glass of champagne as I went into one, and handed me another one before I had barely had made a dent in the first one—to which I flatly refused and wondered to myself if he was an alcoholic or trying to get me drunk. FIRST RED FLAG EMOJI. Later, he asked me if I had “ever woken up somewhere not knowing or remembering what happened.” SECOND RED FLAG EMOJI. To which I answered: NO. and thought to myself: this guy is either an abuser on the hunt and/or an alcoholic. Definitely NOT accepting another drink. Third thing that evening was letting me know there were cameras everywhere in the club and that a segment engaged in swinger’s parties. THIRD RED FLAG EMOJIS MANY RED FLAG EMOJIS. I remember remaining nonchalant or thought I did anyway and expressed neither interest or curiosity or shock I just logged in my head to, you know, NOT ENGAGE with this guy. Everything went virtually anyway, so not socializing in person was quite easy, and we ended up being a group of four us, three women and him, and I did the most hosting the discussion, writing an article before, etc. It morphed into panel discussions and the group helped find people for that, so we were still in zoom contact. But I pissed him off. He would serially make introductions all the time by email without actually checking beforehand with both parties, which I found annoying. He kept thinking we were friends. I told him something to the effect of (if you’ve read my posts you know I have no problem saying what I see—not trying to win any popularity contests in this life!) his behavior does not accord with my standards of friendship. Or: how you behave is not what I consider to be behavior of “friends.” You know, something like that. He was so genuinely offended! He said something like, what are you talking about and to demonstrate how much he valued his “friends” said: people are my currency. And I said: exactly, don’t count me as one of your assets! Dude was floored. You’d think someone else had told him something similar about his behavior, but perhaps not, perhaps this was the first time. I figured he knew who he was, but entirely possible he did not or thought he hid it well. Once things opened up again if we were at the same arts event in SF he’d pretend he did not see me. Very mature. He was—via information from a guy whom I called the club’s “court jester”—a member of Bohemian Grove, along with said jester. (You’ll know, too I’m NOT a fan of that club). But the club I was in was relatively benign as far as I saw and the founders pretty normal as well, I will say, but who knows for sure. Now, I remember the film festival scene in Europe where everyone was scrambling trying to meet with producers to get funding and again, it is all about PARTIES. One producer told me bluntly, however it was that I thought you got money for a film (naive, me!): that’s not how, “you just go and get drunk with people and be friends with them, etc.” That’s an exaggeration but some truth to it. I remember my film school colleague hanging with his head over the table dead drunk and he had just gotten his film funded. I was fairly disgusted, thinking to myself: this is who they pick? If you think about it, a director who is piss drunk is probably not checking the line budget allocations of the film too closely, right? Perfect pick! As I’ve mentioned, for a brief period I hung out with some Ordinals art folks who had a gallery until it got shuttered but again, I never went to the parties. Not even the halving party. I always left early. There was one sketchy guy there who I am convinced tried to drug me with a cheese and cracker. I never felt so head sick from an hor’dvourse. He looked at me creepily asking: “how do you feel?” I said: “good” while my head was swimming and I thought I would faint and I immediately ran outside. Bundled the half uneaten cracker in a napkin, stashed it in my car so I could test it later if needed, and sat out in the blazing sun and drank water until I felt better, praying for whatever it was to clear my system quickly without harm. Which thankfully it did after about a half an hour. Could it have been just a paranoid panic attack or did he actually do it? I think he did but I didn’t go so far as to test the cracker. These things can happen to men, too, of course. I’ll say in closing. I was lucky in high school to have a friend, and we are still friends. We always left the parties early. We’d show up and be cool girls in the cool crowd at the cool scenes but we always left well before midnight usually, and didn’t drink. We’d go home, unwind with some herbal tea, gossip (in a friendly way) about everybody, and go to bed. I had another friend who used to dress preppy in tight jeans and cable-knit sweaters—as was the fashion in the 90’s just before grunge took hold—who got locked in a basement late night at a party; bad things happened to her in the basement that she did not consent to, and subsequently she stopped talking to everyone, dyed her hair black, painted her nails black, and wore baggy, ripped clothes and never smiled anymore, or rarely. I’ve always liked her and have kept in touch as well but not as closely. (She still does have quite the liquor collection, I will say). The only reason I mention this story, is to note that, perhaps these patterns start early. I had the pattern set of ALWAYS LEAVING PARTIES EARLY and kept to it my whole life. The fact that jeevacation-at-gmail’s cohorts were emailing him asking advice on mundane details like what shirt to wear, etc—> they felt like jeevacation-at-gmail was their friend. They felt they were bonding in an elite group that they shared inside “jokes” even if the jokes were trafficking young women and girls. It’s the casualness that is so unnerving. They all liked him. He was their fun outlet. Note the email: Vacation. You will not be judged here. It was more than just a blackmail operation. It was trading people, favors, and influence: using people as currency. Today, anyone can show up with a video and say it’s you and such-and-such horrible thing happened to you (we’ve been primed for this from the French Pelicot scandal) and we’ll have to be aware that false memories can be “implanted” and videos AI generated. I always left early. I didn’t get funds I needed for creative projects, nor did I get used or abused, as far as I know. I don’t think the price of success requires being complicit in crimes and drunken behavior. But the way things are in Europe and the U.S. it certainly looks like a web of complicity in degeneracy. Here we are quoting Putin that the “vampire’s ball is ending”: “the filling of bellies with human flesh and their pockets with money.” Even cannibalism is on the table! Perhaps it is now the time for the people who left the parties early and were sidelined to take the reins. (But Beware of the People Procurers! They are oh so helpful and always want to connect you!) Oh how Follywood would love to make a film of this: Scorsese would direct, a Wolf of Wall Street kind of thing but starring Joaquin Phoenix (need some darker depth than milquetoast Leo). Or maybe Daniel Day Lewis would come out of retirement again: the role of a lifetime! Isn’t the highest nominated film right now in the Academy’s history called SINNERS (perfect name!) about vampires? Is anyone surprised? Was there any hero at the end of that film? Or did the vampires win in their vampire fantasy?
so here’s what I suggest “POST IT NOTES TO THE UNIVERSE” style: we are taking back territory and taking authority back as well: that means over lands, justice systems, financial structures etc. we’ll have to do something with these “agents of chaos” folks. So, since they LOVED Epstein Island SO MUCH, why don’t we make our citizen arrests, set up Epstein Island as—I won’t say our New Guantanamo but—a sort of Alcatraz (no indigenous!) slash Lord of the Flies type place for grown yet infantile “men,” send them Diddy’s leftover baby oil, and just let them HAVE AT IT but they can’t leave the island, no internet (they can use bitchat!) or global banking access, we’ll airdrop them some food and we all live HAPPILY EVER AFTER.