Digital assets? That’s the fiat marketing gloss. I didn’t sign up for normalization. It’s Bitcoin or it’s fool’s Bitcoin. The pace feels slow, but slow is smooth, and smooth becomes fast. Still, Satoshi can’t help you if your bags are empty. I don’t watch who’s stacking or selling. My compass hasn’t shifted. Not stacking would feel like not brushing my teeth: neglecting the one habit that keeps me grounded in truth. #Bitcoin

I just orange pilled a potato. AMA.

The whole point of today was to get some more veelogs, but I’m regarded and only took pictures, however I’ll put them in chronological order and let yall imagine a cool video: 1. Caught up with my horse homie 2. Fought some vines for a fence 3. Some of the vines were muscadine and would probably make good wine 4. Found a toad friend 5. Vine with perfect crosshair pattern?! Never seen before. 6. Found the murder hornet nest and the reason they attacked me last time (I destroyed their nest taking the vines off) they weren’t there this time, must’ve moved on. 7. After getting all the vines removed you can tell the damage to the fence, I would have fixed it better but it started lightning/thundering and poured on me 8. Saw a fellow young buck (Satoshi confirmed? He ran aways when I asked if he made Bitcoin…seems like he’s hiding something…)

I didn’t get proof of all my work today, but boy was I productive: Bush hogged a field Cut up fallen tree and moved it to the fire pit with the tractor Bush hogged where tree was Weed whacked fence line Brush whacked jumanji grass by the river Took a fridge out of a house Removed doors Unloaded and installed new fridge

Bitcoin doesn’t care who you are: no VIPs, just conviction. When others stack more than me, I still benefit. Yet the incentives push me to hold tighter, work harder, stack deeper. Issuance shrinks every 4 years, but so does the pool of buyers who can grab even one day’s supply. I couldn’t buy 450 BTC tomorrow. But in 4 years, buying 225 in one stack will be even harder. Holding is simple in theory, brutal in practice. Bitcoin is volatile, yet strangely predictable.

What if the deficit can’t be fixed? What if policy can’t be predicted? The more I stack, the less their decisions dictate my future. I’m not immune, but I’m insulated. Trade imbalances, fragile banks, systemic cracks…I don’t fully know how it all spills over, but I know Bitcoin is my buffer. Funny how the very reasons to buy it usually come packaged with a discount.

If Bitcoin’s movement is making your eyes water, I hope it’s from awe, not fear. The real question isn’t whether people are stacking; it’s who isn’t. With each passing day, the answer edges closer to no one. Amid the noise about price, I remind myself: 1 BTC will always equal 1 BTC. Fiat frames the drama; Bitcoin frames the truth.

A million dollars today won’t buy what $133,000 could in 1961. That isn’t progress; it’s erosion. This is the inheritance you’ve been handed: a currency that rots in your pocket. #Bitcoin is the gift you give yourself: the one thing they can’t quietly take from you.

Bitcoin doesn’t feel risky to me, but staking your retirement on a coin spun from thin air does. My fear isn’t just for those bets gone wrong, but for a future where Bitcoin’s credibility is used as camouflage for fraud. When everything gets normalized under its banner, the rug pulls will multiply, and the saddest part is, most won’t see them coming. I can’t control that future, only myself. My attention is my most expensive asset, and I won’t lend it to someone who treats it like pocket change. I trust your judgment, but trust is a scarce currency. In a world ripe with scams, I search for what’s genuine, but when deception saturates the air, even authenticity can lose its appeal. In a world fueled by hype, I test for real world impact, yet hype has a way of dulling every sense. In a world increasingly disconnected, I still hope for unity and fair competition, even if both feel like endangered species.

@Jor made an incredible video inspired by my post about Bitcoin eventually becoming old money, and why that future is so deeply inspiring. I was moved enough to share it on my normie socials and even with my family. My mom, of all people, posted it on Facebook. Now she’s asking me when to buy. That’s a tough question. She wants to lump sum…meanwhile, I’m a DCA guy through and through. I can’t call bottoms. I couldn’t even do it when Bitcoin was in the $15.5k–$16k range. I didn’t start sounding hyper bullish in my posts until we were back at $20k. So how could I tell her now is the time? And just as I’m navigating that, I’ve got friends hitting me with the classic: “How high do you realistically think Bitcoin can go?” So I gave them my honest answer. It’s a long one, but I felt like the thought thread was clean. I’d genuinely love constructive feedback: If it’s not $26 million per coin by 2045, I’ll be shocked. I don’t think Bitcoin ever tops out like a typical asset. It’s not some pump and dump altcoin with one final blowoff top. It’s a living, growing organism. It’s a black hole for monetary energy. The dollar, by contrast, is broken. Since the creation of the Federal Reserve in 1913, it’s lost over 99.9% of its purchasing power. We still measure everything in dollars, and that makes us slaves to a system that’s intentionally inflating away the value of our labor and time. I believe we’re heading toward a point where Bitcoin becomes worth infinity dollars; not because Bitcoin rises infinitely, but because the dollar falls infinitely. One is programmed for scarcity and truth, the other for debasement and decay. Eventually, no one will trade Bitcoin for dollars because the dollar will be seen for what it is: a melting ice cube. The nature of exponential decay (fiat) and exponential growth (Bitcoin) sets us up for a hockey stick moment; an inflection point where the old system collapses faster than most expect and the new one becomes undeniable. What’s wild is that no one knows how far this can go. It’s already beyond what many imagined. And the mystery of Bitcoin’s creation only deepens its gravity. Satoshi didn’t just create the hardest money ever…he vanished without a trace in a world governed by total surveillance. That alone is a feat on par with the invention itself. His understanding of economics, cryptography, computer science, game theory, and geopolitics in 2008 was decades ahead of its time. You can’t fork that level of genius. You can’t recreate the immaculate conception. The network effect is sealed, and Bitcoin’s cultural and technical gravity only strengthens with time. At this point, the most logical explanations for Satoshi’s identity sound like science fiction: God, hyper intelligent extraterrestrials, a genius time traveler from a dystopian future… Regardless of who…or what he was, I believe Bitcoin is the first true shot humanity has had in generations at self sovereignty. A peaceful revolution encoded in math. It’s not just a hedge. It’s not just money. It’s a key. A way out of the modern chains we’ve grown complicit with.