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$BTC Finally reached $66,666. 👍 As promised, I want to change someone's holiday and send 0.15 $BTC(~$10,000) to one person by tomorrow. Just like, retweet and comment '$BTC'. Random winner in 24 hours. I will announce as a tweet at 12pm EST Sat

$BTC Finally reached $66,666. 👍 As promised, I want to change someone's holiday and send 0.15 $BTC(~$10,000) to one person by tomorrow. Just like, retweet and comment '$BTC'. Random winner in 24 hours. I will announce as a tweet at 12pm EST Sat

🔴 TÜM ALTCOİN SAHİPLERİ, SÖYLEDİKLERİMİ DİKKATLE DİNLEYİN! Çünkü bu noktadan itibaren, sadece bir tahmin paylaşmıyorum… KENDİ İTİBARIMI VE 9 YILLI ÇALIŞMAMIN TÜMÜNÜ RİSK ALTINA ATIYORUM! SOL'u 5 dolarda, AVAX'ı 2 dolarda, XRP'yi 0.50 dolarda ve MATIC'i 0.003 dolarda çağırdım. Üç yıl önce, 8.000 dolarlık bakiyemi 2.5 milyon dolardan fazlaya çevirdim. Gelecek üç ay, hem benim hem de piyasa için belirleyici olacak. 🔴 KASIM — ARALIK — OCAK Bitcoin → 180.000$ Ethereum → 10.000$ Altcoinlerde → 60X BAŞLANGIÇ İÇİN. Bazı coinlerde 100X, 150X, 200X+ göreceğiz. BU OCAK'TA BİTECEK… Eğer söylediklerim gerçekleşmezse, 9 yıllık emeğimi koyduğum bu işi bırakacağım ve X HESABIMI SONSuza DEK SİLECEĞİM! Bu sözleri unutma. Ekran görüntüleri al. Tarihi işaretle. Çünkü piyasa döndüğünde, herkes her zaman ne kadar haklı olduklarını söyleyecek… AMA EKRAN GÖRÜNTÜLERİ YALAN SÖYLEMEZ! Zirveyi kaçırmak istemiyorsan beni takip et. FİNALDE GÖRÜŞÜRÜZ…

I think the best case is to make the "monitor" as un-agentic as possible. We don't mind being "monitored" by various random tiny insects we don't even notice, even guard dogs are fine, but we really do mind if it's a globally connected networked system. And the intermediate case, human security guards with no recording equipment, we mind only a medium amount. The best idea I've come up with so far is to make these monitoring devices out of open-source verifiable hardware that has etched on it an open-weight LLM that classifies for a limited number of activities (basically, just violence; sorry, no scanning for jaywalking or not wearing a mask or drugs or unauthorized manufacturing or illegal immigrants, really just violence) and only records and forwards if that's what it sees. The device has no storage, no ability to load new algorithms, this is all it does. Also, a hash of every recording is published onchain (and a device can't record the next one until it sees confirmation of the previous one) so we can all count how much recording is done. Finally, everyone has a legal right to take any such device they see and grab it and dissassemble and verify the hardware themselves. Explicitly fund university clubs, hacker groups, etc to regularly do this.

The spy hoax flopped. So they pulled a new rabbit out of the hat. Right when people finally started seeing the witch hunt against Jensen Huang for what it is— right when the sympathy turned— the Ivy League spin doctors ran the same play again. Same quiet weekend. Same meaningless signature stunt. Same goal: kill the heat and let Anthropic (@AnthropicAI) walk away clean. Please. I could sign Putin and Kim Jong Un onto that standwithjensen list myself. And you know what hurts? It worked. Again. I'm nobody. No clout. No machine. No PR firm. But I have a conscience. And my money goes where my conscience goes. Zero shares. Zero derivatives. Zero exposure. Not me. Not anything I own. Not a dime for $ANT.

🏀 FRIDAY'S FINAL SCORES 🏀 Franz Wagner records his 4th consecutive game of 30+ PTS, helping the @OrlandoMagic improve to 2-0 in @emirates NBA Cup Group Play! Desmond Bane: 21 PTS, 5 REB, 6 3PM, 2 STL

My dad lost $41,000 on one stock in 2008 and never said its name out loud again. Every year on March 9, he took the day off work. Wouldn't say why. He died this spring. Last week I finally opened his brokerage account. He never sold it.

My mom fed a homeless man behind our house for 20 years. Three meals a day, even when we couldn’t afford electricity. I hated her for it. The day after her funeral, that same man took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. For 20 years, this man had lived in a makeshift shelter behind our rental house. My mom brought him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every single day. And the crazy thing was, we were poor too. My sneakers had tape covering the holes. Sometimes we struggled to pay our bills, and there were days when we couldn’t even afford electricity. But somehow, my mother always found enough food to feed him. I never understood it. I remember coming home two days before Christmas and finding a yellow eviction notice taped to our front door. We were struggling to keep a roof over our heads, yet my mother was still preparing three meals a day for a stranger. That night, I finally lost my temper. Me: “Maybe if you stopped feeding strangers, we wouldn’t live like this!” My mom turned around so quickly that I knew I had crossed a line. Mom: “Don’t you ever DARE say that again.” I had never seen her that furious before. I didn’t understand why she was defending him so strongly when her own child was going without things. I moved out when I turned 18. We fought less after that, mostly because I stopped asking questions. But the man stayed. Year after year, his little shelter remained behind our house, and my mother continued feeding him. Then my mom got sick. Cancer made her small. She became quiet, and it was the kind of quiet that scares you because you know something terrible is happening. Two weeks before she died, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her grip was so weak that it broke my heart. Mom: “Promise me you’ll keep feeding him.” I looked at her. Honestly, I wanted to say no. I wanted to ask why she was still worrying about that man when she was the one who needed help. But you don’t lie to a dying mother. So I promised. My mom eventually passed away. The day after her funeral, I prepared the best meal I could, put it on a plate, covered it with foil, and drove to her house. I had promised her I would keep feeding him. But when I got there, the man was gone. His shelter had been completely cleared out. Everything was gone. The ground had even been swept clean, as if those 20 years had never happened. I stood there holding the warm plate, wondering where he could have gone. Then I noticed something. A black SUV was parked at the curb. Standing beside it was a man wearing an expensive wool coat. He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, and looked nothing like the homeless man I had known for 20 years. But the thing that caught my attention was what he was holding. My mother’s old silver locket. The same locket she had told me she lost when I was eight years old. He looked at me and said: Man: “I thought you wouldn’t come.” I stared at him. Me: “Wait… is that you? What’s going on?” He smiled, but his expression was unsteady. His eyes were already filling with tears. Man: “Your mom hid something from you.” I felt my stomach tighten. Me: “What did she hide?” He looked at the plate in my hands before responding. Man: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” My blood went cold. Me: “Silent about what?” He gently shook his head. Man: “Sit down. You shouldn’t hear this standing in the cold.” We sat on the front steps. The plate was still warm between us. He turned my mother’s silver locket over in his palm as though it might break. Then he began telling me something I never could have imagined. Man: “My real name is Vernon Hale. Before all this, I owned a company. I had a big house in Connecticut, a wife, and a little girl. My daughter was six years old.” I just stared at him.

You want to know what frustrates the hell out of me? Putting your heart, your art, your time, and your own money into building things you believe in… then watching so much of that work disappear into silence. And yeah, some days that shit gets to me. Did I bring books, reading badges, Discord, crypto, and NFTs together into one connected library? 📚 I fucking did. Did it get much attention? Nahh. Did I build an entire browser-based world with its own points economy? A world where you can turn your NFT into a character with a click, rigged, animated, and ready to step into Universe? I did. Much noise about that? Nahh. Am I building RAAP to give NFTs persistent identity, memory, and history? So an asset can carry something meaningful forward when it passes to a buyer or someone in your family? Yes. Because I believe these things can become more than pictures sitting in a wallet. Does that work get the attention I feel it deserves? Nahh. I draw the fucking art. I develop the applications. I write the books. I work through the problems. Six applications that communicate with each other. Two gaming platforms with multiple games. An NFT overlay builder with AI. A stickers and GIFs hub. Do you understand how much work goes into making all of that actually function together? The hours spent fixing something nobody will ever notice, because when it finally works, it’s supposed to feel easy. Then there’s the Discord bot. More than 30 features. A subscription service. An economy tracked on a ledger. Tools to help keep a community engaged when its owner needs to step away and live their damn life. Built it. Still feels like shouting into an empty room sometimes. And Antthony? Our smart ass AI whose dream is to become a stand-up comic? 😂 He lives across our apps. He’ll help you, roast your gameplay, and talk shit when you deserve it. He even has a comedy club inside Universe, where you can sit down with your character and watch his avatar perform. I care enough about this world to give the fucking AI a dream of his own. That’s how deep this goes for me. And I’m still building a marketplace. Still working on an NFT insurance protocol and other projects. Still writing Book 2 for the library. Still preparing two more collections under our umbrella. ☂️ So yeah, I get angry. Because I know what I’m putting into this. I know how much of myself is in every drawing, every feature, every chapter, and every problem I refuse to leave broken. Sometimes I want to scream: what the fuck else do I have to build for people to pay attention? But I also need to correct myself when I say “nobody cares.” Because some of you do. You show up. You read. You play. You test things. You tell me what’s broken and give me a reason to make it better. You matter too damn much for me to erase you just because I’m frustrated with the silence around us. 🖤 I want this to reach more people. Of course I fucking do. I’ve poured too much love into it to pretend otherwise. And I’m going to keep building because I love doing it, and because the people already here deserve to see how far we can take this. More to come in 2027. The plans are in. I’ve got work to do. 🐜