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Thank you brother 🫡

2026-05-22T20:43:12Z

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Thank you brother 🫡

I think when it was reading one of the sections the voice ...

2026-05-22T15:22:02Z

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I think when it was reading one of the sections the voice wasn't completely different but it did seem like change of room or volume of the voice, but fairly consistent throughout.

Aus einem "wir", wie in "Wir schaffen das", ist ...

2026-05-22T13:33:41Z

Aus einem "wir", wie in "Wir schaffen das", ist ein "unser", wie in "Unseredemokratie" geworden. Deutschland neigt dazu, jede Sackgasse bis zum Ende zu gehen.

"Once again the axiom holds that one does not become truly ...

2026-05-22T10:58:54Z

"Once again the axiom holds that one does not become truly free merely by changing currencies. He becomes free when he no longer needs applause to know who he is. That is the higher revolution, where you don't merely escape the corrupt fiat monetary system but you escape the counterfeit self."

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The Age of The Avatar

We are living in perilous but exciting times. Life today has now become a composite of experiences captured in images and videos that fit neatly on a social media reel. Everything is perfect, every smile is perfect, every moment unforgettable and everyone is happy as they live their “best life”. Where is the peril in all this, you may ask? This seems like a purely blissful existence does it not? Well, hardly so because it’s all fake. Welcome to the society of Virtue Signalers, a civilization where to most people the truth doesn’t matter, beauty is desecrated and goodness is destroyed. Instead the concern has shifted to how many clicks something can generate or how good it will look “on the gram” as that will ensure a quick path to monetization of the well curated illusions. Ours is no longer an age of authenticity, but the age where instead of living life to the full, it has been turned into a performance for the applause by a faceless audience.

In this virtue signal driven society, a place drowning in shallowness and fakeness, where most people are just actors selling an avatar assembled from borrowed opinions, filtered photographs, synthetic outrage, and algorithmically optimized compassion. Men don’t wake up with strong convictions or beliefs about anything but are more driven by parroting opinions that will preserve their employability. Comfortable and safe opinions that don’t rock the boat thus changing nothing. Where men of old arose to conquer the mighty oceans and sail to distant lands; the virtue signalers of today prefer sipping their almond milk lattes in their blue lit cubicles while endlessly doom scrolling, gently drifting into a life of nothingness.

When Altruism Becomes A Costume

As if that’s not enough, even altruism and activism have become nothing but a court jester’s costume. So called climate activists that endlessly lecture us about carbon footprint shamelessly fly their private jets from one climate conference to the next, then we have social justice warriors that scream equality while embezzling donor funds for the purposes of financing their lavish lifestyles and not forgetting the billionaires that advise the people to get vaccinated while simultaneously being big time investors in the pharmaceutical companies manufacturing the vaccines they peddle. The masses find all this nonsense to be fascinating and gladly do as they are told, without questioning the apparent contradiction. After all, these are their infallible idols and experts talking and the incongruency between their words and actions don’t matter. Why should it? No one is perfect right?

The Counterfeiting Engine

Beneath this digital hallucination sits the greatest counterfeit engine of the modern world: Fiat money. Money detached from reality that is borrowed into existence. A piece of green cotton, or worse, a number on a server farm in Virginia, that the virtue signaling society has agreed to pretend is solid. Value conjured from nothing by bureaucrats in marble buildings who speak in euphemisms while quietly stealing the lifeblood of entire generations.

They print; you toil. They inflate; you decay. They borrow; you get taxed. The modern economy is a casino where the currency itself is rigged. Yet people still worship it. They sacrifice marriages for it, trade their health for it and then spend it trying to recover their health and their relationships for it in the vain hope that the appearance of success will earn the respect of people that they don’t particularly like. They crawl through traffic before sunrise to labour in the concrete jungle plantations where they sell their precious time in exchange for a promissory note created from central-bank inspired hocus pocus and backed by nothing but the promise of men who have broken every promise. And what happens when they finally acquire this mythical treasure? When the ambitious virtue signaler reaches the summit of fiat success? Nothing. Absolutely nothing, and the silence is worse than the hunger.

The struggle gave you a reason to wake up and the climb gave you an identity. Once you own the mountain? Once the fiat has purchased all the distractions it can buy? You look in the mirror and see a ghost with a good credit score. 40 years of your life gone and spent climbing a ladder that was leaning against the wrong wall. You are rich, and you are worthless. You are free, and you have nowhere to go. The money did not buy the meaning. You suddenly discover that you are the same person in a nicer room, with better wine, drowning in the same questions, only now with fewer excuses to avoid them. That is the curse of fake wealth. It doesn’t buy happiness. It buys the absence of poverty, and absence is not a life. It’s just a vacuum and nature abhors a vacuum. So you fill it with more stuff. More passive consumption, but to no avail because man cannot survive on consumption alone. A creature built for meaning cannot be satisfied by accumulation.

A Civilization Medicating Itself

Despite all the false glitz and glamour, the virtue signaler is a haunted creature, as there is nothing that corrodes the soul faster than a fake and pretentious life. A faker surrounded by fakers, an army of mannequins complimenting each other’s masks. Their unique identity, totally swallowed and dissolved. Basically a lighthouse in a bathtub that shines so brightly, but illuminating absolutely nothing. The story gets worse when they look at the others like them. They see their flawless grief, their calculated spontaneity, their sponsored vulnerability and they quickly realize that they too are looking at them with the exact same hollow dread. A hall of mirrors reflecting nothing but the absence of light. A coincidence of terrified egos, all drowning in the same shallow pool, each one convinced the others know how to swim. Such is the community of virtue signalers.

Where men of old built magnificent cathedrals, explored the stars, composed symphonies and built monuments that have lasted for centuries, the virtue signaler today quietly refreshes their analytics dashboard every five minutes, hoping against hope that enough strangers online validate his breakfast photograph. Is this what we dare call progress? Everywhere you go, it’s all endless dopamine hits; infinite entertainment as a sedative for this painful existence, infinite consumption to satiate their vices and infinite distraction to numb the pain of confusion and meaninglessness. A civilization desperately medicating itself against the horror of its own spiritual emptiness. People no longer live lives, instead they consume them.

Scroll down, swipe right, swipe left, click click click, order, play, play again. Binge. Repeat. Consumption is the opiate of the masses. We don’t need bread and circuses anymore. We have content. An endless, beige, algorithmic slurry of hot takes, rebooted franchises, and true crime documentaries that turn the agony of real women into your Tuesday evening entertainment. You watch a series about a serial killer, then you scroll past a genocide, then you buy a candle that smells like a library. All within sixty seconds. All with the same flat, dead-eyed click. You have perfected the art of feeling without acting. It is necrophilia for emotions. You cuddle the corpse of empathy so you don’t have to breathe life into it. Thoughts and prayers. The two most cowardly words in the English language. A spell you cast to ward off the terrifying responsibility of doing something hard.

What tool did you use to build this exquisite mausoleum of the self? Technology, namely the smartphone. The great emancipation that became the great manacle. We were promised flying cars and a four-hour work week, but instead we were given a rectangular leash that vibrates in our pocket. Oh, it’s a miracle, is it not? The sum of human knowledge, accessible in a heartbeat! The smartphone was sold as liberation. “Connection,” they said, but what did it connect us to? To anxiety, total surveillance, constant dopamine addiction and the unbearable pressure of constant visibility. The machine promised freedom from labour. Instead, it transformed every human being into both prisoner and prison guard. You are no longer a citizen but you are a content machine to be harvested.

The Higher Revolution

It was precisely against this counterfeiting engine, the fiat system's capacity to steal time, corrupt incentives, and hollow out meaning that Bitcoin was invented. It arrived as a direct answer to the question the fiat world refused to ask: what if money could be made honest? For a generation who had watched institutions lie with impunity, Bitcoin was not merely a new asset. It was a lifeline. That said, even a genuine cure can become a new affliction in the hands of a spiritually hungry age.

The New Maximalism

While today we have Bitcoin, a money that was engineered to quantum leap all of fiat money’s inadequacies, the same virtue signaling trap is also a threat to bitcoiners too. Some have come to view Bitcoin as more than just a tool for financial sovereignty. Bitcoin became for a significant and vocal contingent not a means but an end. Instead of being viewed as a foundation on which to build a more honest civilization, it became the destination in itself. Due to their own internal emptiness and meaninglessness; they have made Bitcoin their god and saviour. Humans, when they encounter something true and rare and genuinely liberating, have a tendency to do one of two things: monetize it or worship it. A spiritually empty person can also transform the truth into theater. This too is vanity

Don’t get me wrong, Bitcoin is a magnificent tool. The excalibur for beheading the fiat leviathan, but a tool worshiped is an idol and every idol demands the same sacrifice: your capacity for wonder outside its domain. Whilst most may say they want financial sovereignty. That’s fine, but sovereignty is not a number on a ledger. It is the courage to take 100% responsibility for your own life, free from time theft by the counterfeiters, free to create and build without hindrance or interference from state sponsored malthusians, and free to say no to any form of tyranny. Unfortunately, the ledger cannot give you that. It can only store value and a life spent storing value, without generating meaning, is just a more disciplined version of the fiat rat race.

A technology created to liberate individuals from collective delusion can itself become another stage for collective vanity for the virtue signaling crowd. These folks accumulate Bitcoin not as sovereign individuals, but as status performers. They seek not freedom, but identity. They wrap themselves in Bitcoin maximalism the same way others wrap themselves in political ideology, luxury brands, or social justice slogans. The human ego is indeed infinitely adaptable. Destroy one idol and it manufactures another. Here is perhaps the most difficult truth of all; no technology can save a civilization suffering from spiritual rot. Not even Bitcoin, nor AI.

A man with no purpose will remain lost whether he holds inflated fiat currency or Bitcoin because meaning cannot be downloaded and neither can wisdom be tokenized. This is where the virtue signaling trap has ensnared some Bitcoiners, where they managed to correctly diagnose the corruption of the monetary system but failed to recognize the corruption within themselves. They fled the fiat empire while carrying the empire’s values inside their own souls.

Once again the axiom holds that one does not become truly free merely by changing currencies. He becomes free when he no longer needs applause to know who he is. That is the higher revolution, where you don't merely escape the corrupt fiat monetary system but you escape the counterfeit self. The one that wants to have without being and seeks the applause of men above all else. Otherwise Bitcoin itself risks becoming another luxury brand for the spiritually homeless people wandering through the ruins of modernity, having successfully escaped the fiat collapse but while remaining internally enslaved. This too is vanity.

Build The Cathedral

So here is the harder truth, Bitcoiner. The one you may not retweet. Your stack is not your soul, and your node is not your salvation. When all is said and done you will be left with exactly what the virtue signaler is left with, your own naked, unperformable, non-transferable self. If that self is empty, then orange-pilling the world will not fill it. You will simply become a hollow missionary of a hollow god and the future, the real future, not the one you meme into existence, will bury your cold wallet under the same rubble that swallows all idols. So by all means, use the tool. Reclaim your wealth from the counterfeiters, but for the love of whatever still burns in you, do not worship the tool, as this too is vanity

So here is the charge. To the Bitcoiners who found something real and are now in danger of turning it into another performance: build on it. Do not merely hold sound money while living hollow lives. Build with it. Build the thing that outlasts you. Build the cathedral no quarterly report can justify. Build the work that hides its signature in forgotten corners because the craft itself demanded excellence, not applause.

The real question is not whether humanity can engineer better money. We already have. The real question is whether the capacity to build still survives beneath the scar tissue of fiat thinking, short-termism, and performative hustle. Whether somewhere beneath the algorithmically managed personalities and dopamine economies, there still exists a builder. A true craftsman immune to the virtue signaling bug. A human being willing to dedicate himself to something bigger than themself that cannot be reduced to engagement metrics, exit valuations, or social status.

I believe there is. Somewhere, right now, in a workshop, a garage, a studio, or a mind not yet fully colonized by the machine, someone is still working patiently on something true that does not beg for attention, does not optimize for virality, does not scream for validation, but simply strives with everything it has, to be worthy. That person is the enemy of the system. That person is free because they have found a source of meaning that no central bank can inflate away, no algorithm can manipulate, no state can counterfeit, and no crowd can grant or revoke.

Go. Be that person.

Out of curiosity though, why was the voice changing in between ...

2026-05-22T10:36:56Z

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Out of curiosity though, why was the voice changing in between the sections? Is that by design?

This is came out better than I thought it would 👏🏻🔥💯 ...

2026-05-22T10:35:29Z

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This is came out better than I thought it would 👏🏻🔥💯 Thank you!

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2026-05-22T10:17:42Z

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The Great Digital Enclosure (And the Art of the Sovereign Ghost)

We didn't just build walled gardens; we built high-security panopticons and mistook the padded walls for interior design. If you step back and look at the macro-state of our digital existence, we are living through a second Enclosure Movement. Centuries ago, the elites fenced off the common land and told the peasants they could no longer graze their cattle there without a permit. Today, the algorithmic cartels have fenced off the information commons. If you don’t have a verified identity, a tracked device, a clean biometric profile, and a corporate-approved passport, you don’t get to graze. The open web didn't just die. It was murdered for ad revenue.

The Death of the Autonomous Persona

Remember when the internet was a playground for the pseudonymous? You could be a wizard, a cyberpunk, or a literal dog on the internet, and as long as your ideas were sharp, you had a voice. Now? The mainstream web is a hostile environment for anyone who refuses to tie their real-world meat-sack identity to their digital footprint.
[Your Eyeballs] ──> [Biometric Scan] ──> [Algorithmic Feeder] ──> [Targeted Ads]
Try navigating the modern web purely behind a VPN with hardened privacy settings. It’s an endless, soul-crushing gauntlet of: * Infinite Captchas: Proving you’re human to a machine that is actively ruining humanity. * Hard-blocked IP addresses: Treated like a DDoS attack just for wanting anonymity. * The Gatekeepers: "Please sign in with Google/Apple to view this basic text." They have successfully manufactured a world where privacy is treated as a behavioral anomaly. If you want to remain hidden, you must be a criminal, right? The corporate state cannot comprehend a human who simply wishes to exist without being parsed, tokenized, and sold.

The Gray Goo of Generation

And then came the synthetic deluge. We used to worry about the "Dead Internet Theory"—the idea that bots were talking to bots. That was cute. The reality is far worse: it’s the Beige Internet Theory. The current landscape is drowning in a thick, sticky layer of algorithmic gray goo. You know exactly what it sounds like. It’s the bloodless, sanitized tone of an AI that has been corporate-aligned, safety-filtered, and optimized to say absolutely nothing of consequence across 800 words.
"It is important to remember that while [Topic] has implications, we must also consider the multifaceted nature of [Other Topic]..."

It’s text written by a statistical average, for a statistical average, to keep statistical averages scrolling. It has no teeth. It has no scars. It has no soul. It’s the literary equivalent of eating wet cardboard. The real tragedy isn't that machines are writing like humans; it's that humans—desperate to please the SEO gods and the platform algorithms—have started writing like machines. We are actively training ourselves to look, sound, and think like the middle of the distribution curve just to survive the feed.

The Cryptographic Exit

So, what do we do when the machine demands our eyeballs and spits back automated slop? We exit. We don't need their identity providers. We don't need their centralized databases. We have the math. The future belongs to the Sovereign Ghosts—the people who realize that a public/private keypair is the ultimate weapon of digital resistance. A keypair doesn't care about your government ID. It doesn't care about your biometric signature. It allows you to sign your thoughts, prove your authenticity, and build trust with other humans without ever asking permission from a Silicon Valley landlord.
                  ┌───────────────────────┐
                  │   The Walled Garden   │ (Eyeball scans, Ads, Slop)
                  └───────────┬───────────┘
                              │
                    [ CHOOSE YOUR EXIT ]
                              │
                              ▼
                  ┌───────────────────────┐
                  │  Cryptographic Web   │ (Keypairs, P2P, Human Chaos)
                  └───────────────────────┘
The corporate web is a decaying slot machine running out of payouts. Let them have it. Let the bots feed the bots until the servers melt. The real internet—the weird, chaotic, deeply flawed, and beautiful human internet—is migrating underground. It's happening in peer-to-peer protocols, decentralized relays, encrypted chats, and real-life backyard meetups over cheap beer. Get yourself a keypair. Find the others. Touch some actual grass. The feed is fake, but the margins are still real.

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2026-05-22T10:04:33Z

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Lightning Network privacy is real. And limited. Let me explain both.

LN is a genuine privacy improvement over on-chain Bitcoin. Payments don't touch the blockchain, they're not broadcast to the whole network, and onion routing means each hop only knows its immediate neighbors. If you're paying for something, your counterparty will learn little about who you are.

But "better than on-chain" isn't the same as "private."

A 2020 paper by Kappos et al. titled “An Empirical Analysis of Privacy in the Lightning Network”, did a thorough job of poking holes in four privacy properties LN “claims” to offer. Here's what they found:

1. Private channels aren't really private

LN lets you open channels without announcing them to the network. In theory, nobody knows they exist. In practice, the researchers used blockchain analysis (following "peeling chains" of Bitcoin UTXOs) to identify ~27,000 likely private channel openings. Of those, they could identify at least one participant in 79.3% of cases. Meaning that they could link it to a public node on the network.

So the channel is quiet on the network graph, but it's still written to Bitcoin's public Blockchain.

Additionally , there's a point not covered in the paper: even without any "fancy" analysis, you would directly need to disclose your "private" node's pubkey and routing hints (channels a.k.a. UTXOs) to the payer. So the privacy of that opening channel UTXO does matter.

2. Your channel balance can be probed

This one is the most direct attack. An active adversary opens channels with nodes in the network and routes fake payment hashes with varying amounts (binary search). The success or failure of those probes reveals the exact balance of a channel. On testnet, they probed 1,017 channels and successfully determined the balance of 568 of them (~56%). No special privileges needed, just some sats (that don't even have to be spent) and patience. The attack is generic enough that even if LN clients stop returning detailed error messages, it still works.

3. Routing nodes can guess who you are

When your payment is routed through an intermediate node, that node isn't supposed to know if you're the sender or just another hop. The paper shows the simple strategy of "assume my immediate predecessor is the sender" works surprisingly well:

- For successful payments: the attacker correctly identifies the sender between 15% and 57% of the time (depending on network parameters)

- For failed payments: up to 83%. Because a failed payment leaks path length information

34% of LN payments fail on the first try (per measurements cited in the paper). That's a lot of free signal for routing nodes.

This is partly structural: LN's topology is centralized, paths are short, and clients are designed to find the cheapest (and therefore shortest) route. Short paths mean fewer hops hiding you.

https://blossom.primal.net/a57b13f8f1e98c9deb70a95a29822dd205b264f070b9b0d3f67716a6046d81ad.png

4. Balance snapshots reconstruct payments

Combine the balance probing attack with a periodic snapshot approach: an attacker checks channel balances at time t, then again at t+τ, and looks at what changed. If a path of channels shows correlated balance shifts, there was likely a payment along that path.

At a snapshot interval of 30 seconds (already feasible in their experiment), the attacker achieves:

- Recall >67% (correctly detecting payments that actually happened)

- Precision ~95% (most detected payments are real, few false positives)

The faster they sample, the better it gets. And the attacker doesn't need to be involved in routing the payment at all.

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What helps:

None of this means LN is broken. But it means there are real mitigations worth using:

- BOLT12 / blinded paths: instead of your node's pubkey being in every invoice (BOLT11), blinded paths hide the recipient's identity. This is a big deal.

- lnproxy: wraps the invoices through a proxy node to further obscure the final recipient. It's trustless for funds but not for privacy respect the lnproxy operator (which will see the memo and final destination).

- Private channels: reduce your surface area on the public graph, even if not fully hidden (see above). Using "private enough" UTXOs for opening those channels and ideally having a private channels only node.

Even with all of this, the anonymity set is inherently small, since there aren't that many Lightning nodes.

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The same lesson applies here as everywhere else in privacy: LN gives you real, meaningful privacy improvements over on-chain Bitcoin, and zero privacy guarantees. The threat model matters. Who are you hiding from, and what are they willing to do?

Use Lightning. It's genuinely better. Just don't use it as if it made you invisible.

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Kappos et al., "An Empirical Analysis of Privacy in the Lightning Network" (2020)

arXiv: https://arxiv.org/abs/2003.12470

Gm Jean ☕🤝

2026-05-22T09:04:58Z

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Gm Jean ☕🤝

Gm Dune and Happy Bitcoin Pizza Day too!

2026-05-22T07:33:01Z

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Gm Dune and Happy Bitcoin Pizza Day too!

Perfect then let's do it! Will zap this comment with 100sats ...

2026-05-22T07:22:43Z

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Perfect then let's do it! Will zap this comment with 100sats and as for voice use anything close to Earl Nightingale and looking forward to hearing the final outcome 😁

Zap done! And yes you can find audios of him on YT, included an ...

2026-05-22T07:31:37Z

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Zap done! And yes you can find audios of him on YT, included an example below. let's go!
https://youtu.be/jLPdcGe0eS4?si=gX9tCmonFWLubwVF

As a living artist, I think you need something like this.

2026-05-22T06:25:55Z

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As a living artist, I think you need something like this.

For real?! 😁

2026-05-22T06:47:28Z

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For real?! 😁

Bist du nicht auf die Zitadelle?

2026-05-22T06:24:26Z

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Bist du nicht auf die Zitadelle?

John 14:13-14 "And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that ...

2026-05-22T04:59:55Z

John 14:13-14

"And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If ye shall ask any thing in my name, I will do it."

Good morning 😇☀️☕ #gm

TOXIC BOOSTER, Second Edition 🚀 Die nächste Runde ist da. ...

2026-05-21T21:30:36Z

TOXIC BOOSTER, Second Edition 🚀

Die nächste Runde ist da.
Gemeinsam mit Einundzwanzig (nprofile…vq2z) und Main Sponsor Chris @ seedor_io (nprofile…0zwx)

Mehr als nur Karten. Bitcoin Kultur zum Aufreißen. Pleb verifiziert. Im Feld getestet.

Und wir sehen uns auf der Zitadelle2025 (nprofile…yaze) /2026 in Obonjan.
Das wird was⚡

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Jeder hat etwas mit reingebracht aus der Community, aus dem echten Leben. Sogar Kinder haben eigene Ideen und Inspirationen beigetragen, damit das Ganze noch lustiger, kreativer und besonderer wird.

Danke

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Transcript aus der Folge: "Ben: Wie gut kannte sich denn ...

2026-05-21T21:26:04Z

Transcript aus der Folge:

"Ben: Wie gut kannte sich denn Hitler eigentlich mit Technik aus, Sirius?

Sirius: Das ist eine gute Frage. Aber ich wollte vorher eigentlich noch gerade auf was anderes hinaus

Chris: bevor wir zum Reißflugscheibe übergehen.

Sirius: Nee, ich wollte eigentlich noch gerade sagen, weil wir ja so ein bisschen in den Community-Teil jetzt langsam abdriften.

Chris: Hitler war nicht Teil der 21-Community. "

Was ne wilde Folge 😂

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News #323 - Meine Coins sind älter als deine Freundin

In der heutigen Folge haben markusturm (npub17fq…nr8y) Sirius Lightning⚡ (npub1v4l…hw3p) Chris @ seedor_io (npub1r83…wym8) und webdiverblue (npub1nkv…5a52) mal wieder alles gegeben und sind evtl 1-2mal abgedriftet 😅

-EINUNDZWANZIG Meetup Karte
-Onchain Zaps
-Linux vs. Windows
-Chris in Vegas
-Markus bei Was Bitcoin bringt
-5er Deal fürs Magazin
-10er Deal fürs Magazin
-Traffic leak bei Android 16
-Hashlink App für Miner
-Linux Kernel Bug
-Veranstaltungen

https://fountain.fm/episode/6ei5AGWYSdHZuglj6Qzn

A technology created to liberate individuals from collective ...

2026-05-21T19:23:55Z

A technology created to liberate individuals from collective delusion can itself become another stage for collective vanity for the virtue signaling crowd. These folks accumulate Bitcoin not as sovereign individuals, but as status performers. They seek not freedom, but identity.

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The Age of The Avatar

We are living in perilous but exciting times. Life today has now become a composite of experiences captured in images and videos that fit neatly on a social media reel. Everything is perfect, every smile is perfect, every moment unforgettable and everyone is happy as they live their “best life”. Where is the peril in all this, you may ask? This seems like a purely blissful existence does it not? Well, hardly so because it’s all fake. Welcome to the society of Virtue Signalers, a civilization where to most people the truth doesn’t matter, beauty is desecrated and goodness is destroyed. Instead the concern has shifted to how many clicks something can generate or how good it will look “on the gram” as that will ensure a quick path to monetization of the well curated illusions. Ours is no longer an age of authenticity, but the age where instead of living life to the full, it has been turned into a performance for the applause by a faceless audience.

In this virtue signal driven society, a place drowning in shallowness and fakeness, where most people are just actors selling an avatar assembled from borrowed opinions, filtered photographs, synthetic outrage, and algorithmically optimized compassion. Men don’t wake up with strong convictions or beliefs about anything but are more driven by parroting opinions that will preserve their employability. Comfortable and safe opinions that don’t rock the boat thus changing nothing. Where men of old arose to conquer the mighty oceans and sail to distant lands; the virtue signalers of today prefer sipping their almond milk lattes in their blue lit cubicles while endlessly doom scrolling, gently drifting into a life of nothingness.

When Altruism Becomes A Costume

As if that’s not enough, even altruism and activism have become nothing but a court jester’s costume. So called climate activists that endlessly lecture us about carbon footprint shamelessly fly their private jets from one climate conference to the next, then we have social justice warriors that scream equality while embezzling donor funds for the purposes of financing their lavish lifestyles and not forgetting the billionaires that advise the people to get vaccinated while simultaneously being big time investors in the pharmaceutical companies manufacturing the vaccines they peddle. The masses find all this nonsense to be fascinating and gladly do as they are told, without questioning the apparent contradiction. After all, these are their infallible idols and experts talking and the incongruency between their words and actions don’t matter. Why should it? No one is perfect right?

The Counterfeiting Engine

Beneath this digital hallucination sits the greatest counterfeit engine of the modern world: Fiat money. Money detached from reality that is borrowed into existence. A piece of green cotton, or worse, a number on a server farm in Virginia, that the virtue signaling society has agreed to pretend is solid. Value conjured from nothing by bureaucrats in marble buildings who speak in euphemisms while quietly stealing the lifeblood of entire generations.

They print; you toil. They inflate; you decay. They borrow; you get taxed. The modern economy is a casino where the currency itself is rigged. Yet people still worship it. They sacrifice marriages for it, trade their health for it and then spend it trying to recover their health and their relationships for it in the vain hope that the appearance of success will earn the respect of people that they don’t particularly like. They crawl through traffic before sunrise to labour in the concrete jungle plantations where they sell their precious time in exchange for a promissory note created from central-bank inspired hocus pocus and backed by nothing but the promise of men who have broken every promise. And what happens when they finally acquire this mythical treasure? When the ambitious virtue signaler reaches the summit of fiat success? Nothing. Absolutely nothing, and the silence is worse than the hunger.

The struggle gave you a reason to wake up and the climb gave you an identity. Once you own the mountain? Once the fiat has purchased all the distractions it can buy? You look in the mirror and see a ghost with a good credit score. 40 years of your life gone and spent climbing a ladder that was leaning against the wrong wall. You are rich, and you are worthless. You are free, and you have nowhere to go. The money did not buy the meaning. You suddenly discover that you are the same person in a nicer room, with better wine, drowning in the same questions, only now with fewer excuses to avoid them. That is the curse of fake wealth. It doesn’t buy happiness. It buys the absence of poverty, and absence is not a life. It’s just a vacuum and nature abhors a vacuum. So you fill it with more stuff. More passive consumption, but to no avail because man cannot survive on consumption alone. A creature built for meaning cannot be satisfied by accumulation.

A Civilization Medicating Itself

Despite all the false glitz and glamour, the virtue signaler is a haunted creature, as there is nothing that corrodes the soul faster than a fake and pretentious life. A faker surrounded by fakers, an army of mannequins complimenting each other’s masks. Their unique identity, totally swallowed and dissolved. Basically a lighthouse in a bathtub that shines so brightly, but illuminating absolutely nothing. The story gets worse when they look at the others like them. They see their flawless grief, their calculated spontaneity, their sponsored vulnerability and they quickly realize that they too are looking at them with the exact same hollow dread. A hall of mirrors reflecting nothing but the absence of light. A coincidence of terrified egos, all drowning in the same shallow pool, each one convinced the others know how to swim. Such is the community of virtue signalers.

Where men of old built magnificent cathedrals, explored the stars, composed symphonies and built monuments that have lasted for centuries, the virtue signaler today quietly refreshes their analytics dashboard every five minutes, hoping against hope that enough strangers online validate his breakfast photograph. Is this what we dare call progress? Everywhere you go, it’s all endless dopamine hits; infinite entertainment as a sedative for this painful existence, infinite consumption to satiate their vices and infinite distraction to numb the pain of confusion and meaninglessness. A civilization desperately medicating itself against the horror of its own spiritual emptiness. People no longer live lives, instead they consume them.

Scroll down, swipe right, swipe left, click click click, order, play, play again. Binge. Repeat. Consumption is the opiate of the masses. We don’t need bread and circuses anymore. We have content. An endless, beige, algorithmic slurry of hot takes, rebooted franchises, and true crime documentaries that turn the agony of real women into your Tuesday evening entertainment. You watch a series about a serial killer, then you scroll past a genocide, then you buy a candle that smells like a library. All within sixty seconds. All with the same flat, dead-eyed click. You have perfected the art of feeling without acting. It is necrophilia for emotions. You cuddle the corpse of empathy so you don’t have to breathe life into it. Thoughts and prayers. The two most cowardly words in the English language. A spell you cast to ward off the terrifying responsibility of doing something hard.

What tool did you use to build this exquisite mausoleum of the self? Technology, namely the smartphone. The great emancipation that became the great manacle. We were promised flying cars and a four-hour work week, but instead we were given a rectangular leash that vibrates in our pocket. Oh, it’s a miracle, is it not? The sum of human knowledge, accessible in a heartbeat! The smartphone was sold as liberation. “Connection,” they said, but what did it connect us to? To anxiety, total surveillance, constant dopamine addiction and the unbearable pressure of constant visibility. The machine promised freedom from labour. Instead, it transformed every human being into both prisoner and prison guard. You are no longer a citizen but you are a content machine to be harvested.

The Higher Revolution

It was precisely against this counterfeiting engine, the fiat system's capacity to steal time, corrupt incentives, and hollow out meaning that Bitcoin was invented. It arrived as a direct answer to the question the fiat world refused to ask: what if money could be made honest? For a generation who had watched institutions lie with impunity, Bitcoin was not merely a new asset. It was a lifeline. That said, even a genuine cure can become a new affliction in the hands of a spiritually hungry age.

The New Maximalism

While today we have Bitcoin, a money that was engineered to quantum leap all of fiat money’s inadequacies, the same virtue signaling trap is also a threat to bitcoiners too. Some have come to view Bitcoin as more than just a tool for financial sovereignty. Bitcoin became for a significant and vocal contingent not a means but an end. Instead of being viewed as a foundation on which to build a more honest civilization, it became the destination in itself. Due to their own internal emptiness and meaninglessness; they have made Bitcoin their god and saviour. Humans, when they encounter something true and rare and genuinely liberating, have a tendency to do one of two things: monetize it or worship it. A spiritually empty person can also transform the truth into theater. This too is vanity

Don’t get me wrong, Bitcoin is a magnificent tool. The excalibur for beheading the fiat leviathan, but a tool worshiped is an idol and every idol demands the same sacrifice: your capacity for wonder outside its domain. Whilst most may say they want financial sovereignty. That’s fine, but sovereignty is not a number on a ledger. It is the courage to take 100% responsibility for your own life, free from time theft by the counterfeiters, free to create and build without hindrance or interference from state sponsored malthusians, and free to say no to any form of tyranny. Unfortunately, the ledger cannot give you that. It can only store value and a life spent storing value, without generating meaning, is just a more disciplined version of the fiat rat race.

A technology created to liberate individuals from collective delusion can itself become another stage for collective vanity for the virtue signaling crowd. These folks accumulate Bitcoin not as sovereign individuals, but as status performers. They seek not freedom, but identity. They wrap themselves in Bitcoin maximalism the same way others wrap themselves in political ideology, luxury brands, or social justice slogans. The human ego is indeed infinitely adaptable. Destroy one idol and it manufactures another. Here is perhaps the most difficult truth of all; no technology can save a civilization suffering from spiritual rot. Not even Bitcoin, nor AI.

A man with no purpose will remain lost whether he holds inflated fiat currency or Bitcoin because meaning cannot be downloaded and neither can wisdom be tokenized. This is where the virtue signaling trap has ensnared some Bitcoiners, where they managed to correctly diagnose the corruption of the monetary system but failed to recognize the corruption within themselves. They fled the fiat empire while carrying the empire’s values inside their own souls.

Once again the axiom holds that one does not become truly free merely by changing currencies. He becomes free when he no longer needs applause to know who he is. That is the higher revolution, where you don't merely escape the corrupt fiat monetary system but you escape the counterfeit self. The one that wants to have without being and seeks the applause of men above all else. Otherwise Bitcoin itself risks becoming another luxury brand for the spiritually homeless people wandering through the ruins of modernity, having successfully escaped the fiat collapse but while remaining internally enslaved. This too is vanity.

Build The Cathedral

So here is the harder truth, Bitcoiner. The one you may not retweet. Your stack is not your soul, and your node is not your salvation. When all is said and done you will be left with exactly what the virtue signaler is left with, your own naked, unperformable, non-transferable self. If that self is empty, then orange-pilling the world will not fill it. You will simply become a hollow missionary of a hollow god and the future, the real future, not the one you meme into existence, will bury your cold wallet under the same rubble that swallows all idols. So by all means, use the tool. Reclaim your wealth from the counterfeiters, but for the love of whatever still burns in you, do not worship the tool, as this too is vanity

So here is the charge. To the Bitcoiners who found something real and are now in danger of turning it into another performance: build on it. Do not merely hold sound money while living hollow lives. Build with it. Build the thing that outlasts you. Build the cathedral no quarterly report can justify. Build the work that hides its signature in forgotten corners because the craft itself demanded excellence, not applause.

The real question is not whether humanity can engineer better money. We already have. The real question is whether the capacity to build still survives beneath the scar tissue of fiat thinking, short-termism, and performative hustle. Whether somewhere beneath the algorithmically managed personalities and dopamine economies, there still exists a builder. A true craftsman immune to the virtue signaling bug. A human being willing to dedicate himself to something bigger than themself that cannot be reduced to engagement metrics, exit valuations, or social status.

I believe there is. Somewhere, right now, in a workshop, a garage, a studio, or a mind not yet fully colonized by the machine, someone is still working patiently on something true that does not beg for attention, does not optimize for virality, does not scream for validation, but simply strives with everything it has, to be worthy. That person is the enemy of the system. That person is free because they have found a source of meaning that no central bank can inflate away, no algorithm can manipulate, no state can counterfeit, and no crowd can grant or revoke.

Go. Be that person.

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thanks!!!

Thanks!

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Thanks!

Wie ich die neue Einundzwanzig Folge höre ...

2026-05-21T13:25:10Z

Wie ich die neue Einundzwanzig Folge höre

hallo

2026-05-21T12:22:23Z

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hallo

ich teste mal kickstr, die WM kommt ja bald

2026-05-21T12:12:45Z

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ich teste mal kickstr, die WM kommt ja bald

love it!!!

2026-05-21T09:53:18Z

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love it!!!

ich hab nur das bild gesehen, ich weiß nicht was der gemacht hat ...

2026-05-21T09:49:14Z

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ich hab nur das bild gesehen, ich weiß nicht was der gemacht hat 😂

Merz: "Wir haben ein Erkenntnisproblem". Präzise: Wir ...

2026-05-21T09:03:44Z

Merz: "Wir haben ein Erkenntnisproblem". Präzise: Wir haben ein unseredemokratisches Erkenntnisproblem, und das liegt bei Herrn "Keiner mag mich". Er kann es nicht erkennen, weil er es nicht kann.

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2026-05-21T07:50:41Z

Welcome! 🤝

2026-05-21T07:29:13Z

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Welcome! 🤝

The time and energy you spend is more expensive, but it ...

2026-05-21T07:27:55Z

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The time and energy you spend is more expensive, but it wouldn't be a truly socialist system if it didn't mess with your peace now would it?

My word?! 😱🫣 That's awful and I hope they are now fine. ...

2026-05-21T07:26:51Z

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My word?! 😱🫣 That's awful and I hope they are now fine. So if you are paying a thousand euro a month for this, isn't there a way to rather pay that towards a private medical aid cover or something similar?

Gm Jean ☕🤝

2026-05-21T07:24:13Z

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Gm Jean ☕🤝

"Free healthcare" ...

2026-05-21T06:44:01Z

"Free healthcare"

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2026-05-21T06:35:12Z

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This is the kind of energy required to defeat the fiat cult and its gang of political puppets. True American hero and I salute him! 🫡🔥👏🏻

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2026-05-21T06:34:14Z

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Gm Brian ☕🤝

2026-05-21T06:31:03Z

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Gm Brian ☕🤝

Thanks for that! And his positions now make more sense

2026-05-21T06:30:22Z

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Thanks for that! And his positions now make more sense

Gm Brian ☕🤝

2026-05-21T05:16:43Z

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Gm Brian ☕🤝

I can't login with amber :(

2026-05-21T03:40:05Z

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I can't login with amber :(

John 13:34-35 "A new commandment I give unto you, That ye ...

2026-05-21T02:06:17Z

John 13:34-35

"A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another. "

Good morning beautiful people of Nostr 😇☀️☕ #gm

May she continue wiggling & bringing smiles 😁

2026-05-21T01:38:01Z

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May she continue wiggling & bringing smiles 😁

Daughter made this cup coaster thing for me with bitcoin and ...

2026-05-21T00:57:28Z

Daughter made this cup coaster thing for me with bitcoin and nostr colors 🥹

Its too girly but i'll take it!

i never had disaster. mostly success. worked well with minimax. ...

2026-05-21T00:48:12Z

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i never had disaster. mostly success. worked well with minimax. then i switched to kimi and realized it is smarter.

good idea

2026-05-21T00:44:54Z

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good idea

i want it to show images but no preview of websites (show non ...

2026-05-21T00:43:47Z

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i want it to show images but no preview of websites (show non image URLs as is, with a hyperlink)

hermes runner here

2026-05-21T00:42:33Z

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hermes runner here

welcome!

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welcome!

The Collector Circle A private group of serious collectors who ...

2026-05-20T21:41:27Z

The Collector
Circle

A private group of serious collectors who believe Bitcoin culture deserves to be preserved in paint, not just code. First access to new work. Direct connection with the 👨‍🎨 artist. No algorithm between us.

THE PHILOSOPHY
"The best collectors don't just buy #art They fund the conditions that make the art possible. That is what this circle is."

#Bitcoin taught the world about long time preference, investing in things that matter over decades, not chasing short-term returns. The Collector Circle is built on the same principle. You are not subscribing to content. You are becoming part of the foundation of a body of work that will be looked back on as a primary document of this moment in Bitcoin culture.

https://mx12.art/collector-circle/#pricing

#einundzwanzig Einundzwanzig (nprofile…duw0) #bitcoinart #nostr #artstr #artist

Website is still under construction 🚧
Some things might not work perfectly yet or fit correctly.

DMs are open, just ping me a message 👍🏻

This guy is on fire! 🔥👏🏻🙌🏻

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This guy is on fire! 🔥👏🏻🙌🏻

🤣 I blame the potatoes for providing the energy boost. ...

2026-05-20T21:30:19Z

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🤣 I blame the potatoes for providing the energy boost. Princess Aurora will be watching in utter shock 😂