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Affordability. People are starting to notice the inflation. But it’s not ‘prices’ that are rising, it’s the purchasing power of the dollar that that’s declining. Why? Because the dollar isn’t money, it’s fiat currency that’s created out of thin air and backed by debt. Study bitcoin.

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From Adam Livingston | @AdmBLiv: The Stages of Becoming Orange-Pilled Stage One: You're Sleeping You're comfortable. You have a job. A 401k. You believe in "the economy." You think the Federal Reserve is boring but necessary, like flossing or C-SPAN. You're saving money. By which I mean: you're watching your purchasing power evaporate in real-time while calling it "being responsible." You are a debt slave who hasn't checked the chains yet. Someone mentions Bitcoin at a party. You laugh. "That thing criminals use?" you say. "That internet money that crashed?" Everyone nods. You all agree. Bitcoin is ridiculous. You go back to discussing your mortgage - 30 years of indentured servitude at 6.5% interest that you celebrate like Stockholm syndrome. The system has you. And you don't even know it. Stage Two: The Itch Something doesn't add up. Why do houses cost ten times what they cost when your parents bought theirs? Why does your salary sound impressive until you try to buy anything? Why can BlackRock afford to buy every house in America but you can't afford one? You start noticing things. The money printer memes. The inflation rates that don't match your grocery bill. The billionaires getting bailouts while you get budgeting advice. Bitcoin keeps appearing. In headlines. In conversations. Like a splinter in your mind. Like the Matrix glitching. You buy $100 worth as a joke. To say you did it. To see what happens. The price immediately drops 30%. Welcome to the fucking arena. Stage Three: The Rabbit Hole You were just going to check the price. Just a quick look. That was six hours ago. Now you're watching a video about the Byzantine Generals Problem. Now you understand what "proof of work" means. Now you're reading the white paper - nine pages that explain how to trust math instead of men - and something in your chest cracks open. You realize: Every economics class you took was a lie. Every financial advisor was selling you slavery with extra steps. The entire monetary system is just confidence game wrapped in acronyms. You're angry. So fucking angry. You buy more Bitcoin. Not because the price is going up. Because you've seen the truth and you can't afford not to. Your friends are worried. Your spouse is asking questions. You're trying to explain that money isn't real but also it's the most real thing and Bitcoin is the only honest ledger in a world of lies and.... ...you sound insane. You know you sound insane. But you also know you're right. Stage Four: The Zealot You are insufferable. Every conversation becomes about Bitcoin. Your family dreads Thanksgiving. Your coworkers avoid the break room when you're there. You've memorized Saylor's speeches. You quote Satoshi like scripture. You see fiat debasement everywhere. In the shrinking candy bars, the subscription fees, the way your parents' generation bought houses on single incomes and now you need three jobs to rent a studio. You calculate everything in sats. You experience physical pain watching people "invest" in bonds yielding 3% while inflation runs at 7%. You want to grab strangers and shake them: DON'T YOU SEE? THE WHOLE THING IS A SCAM. You go through bear markets like Christ in the desert. 80% drops that would make normal investors vomit. But you? You're dollar-cost-averaging. You're stacking sats. You're buying the dip with money you shouldn't be spending because you've calculated that in 2035 this will seem cheap and your only regret will be not buying more. Your conviction is unshakeable. Your portfolio is red. Your family intervention is scheduled for next Tuesday. Stage Five: The Plateau The mania subsides. Not the belief - that's permanent now - but the need to convince everyone. You realize: They have to find it themselves. The orange pill can't be forced down someone's throat. It has to be swallowed willingly. You stop checking the price every hour. Then every day. Then every week. You understand now: Bitcoin doesn't care about your attention. Bitcoin doesn't care about anything. It just produces blocks every ten minutes like the universe's most reliable heartbeat. You set up your cold storage. You run a node. You become part of the infrastructure. You're not investing anymore. You're participating in the future of money. The volatility doesn't scare you. You've seen Bitcoin "die" 400 times in headlines. You've watched it resurrect itself while the dollar dies slowly, quietly, by design. You're calm now. Eerily calm. Because you've done the math and the math doesn't lie. Stage Six: The Acceptance You stop measuring your Bitcoin in dollars. That's the final step. That's enlightenment. Because denominating your Bitcoin in dollars is like measuring the sun's brightness using a candle. You understand now: You're not getting rich. The money is getting poor. Bitcoin isn't going up. Everything else is going down. The dollar is the shitcoin. It always was. You've become time-preference incarnate. Low time preference like a sequoia. Like a glacier. You're thinking in decades now. In halvings. In generations. While everyone else is playing checkers with their paychecks, you're playing 4D chess with your bloodline's financial sovereignty. You don't talk about Bitcoin much anymore. When people ask, you share. When they don't, you stack. You've realized the greatest gift you can give someone is not to convince them about Bitcoin, but to be there when they're ready to ask. Stage Seven: The Becoming Here's the secret they don't tell you: Bitcoin changes you in ways that have nothing to do with money. You learn patience. You learn to do your own research. You learn to verify instead of trust. You learn that the majority is often wrong and being early feels exactly like being wrong until suddenly it doesn't. You become ungovernable. Not in an angry way. In a quiet, competent, self-sovereign way. You stop asking permission. You stop waiting for institutions to save you. You save yourself. The journey isn't about getting rich quick. It never was. It's about getting free slowly. It's about opting out of a system that was designed to extract your life force one paycheck at a time and opting into a network that runs on mathematics instead of manipulation. The Truth You are not the same person who bought that first $100 of Bitcoin. That person is dead. They died the moment they understood that scarcity is real and the emperors have no clothes. What remains is someone who's tasted financial sovereignty and can never go back to believing in fairy tales about stable coins printed by unstable governments. The journey never ends. Bitcoin is always ten years away from changing everything and always has been. But you? You're already changed. You've seen the future. And the future is ₿.

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When you understand that at its core it is economic i that exacerbates social divisions you’ve taken the first step. Then when you go to the second step and understand that the current debt-based financial system exacerbates economic i you’re ready for the third step… Study bitcoin.

Whoever controls your wealth controls your time, your labor, and eventually your choices. The world is shifting toward a future where assets live on screens and permissions can be revoked with a click. Most people don’t realize how fragile ‘ownership’ in a digital world truly is. Bitcoin in your own possession is the first real form of private property in the digital age.

it is time that the U.S. recognizes that the world is filled with people who have different cultures, governance structures and priorities. This is okay. While we don't have to agree with any or all of these things, it is not our job to change them and we should find common ground where possible and use that as a jumping off point for mutually beneficial trade.

“I Yes, but have you paid your quarterlies?”

Heading to the ‘office.’