(A No-Holds-Barred, Eric-Kim-Style Blog Blast)

1. WAKE UP, WARRIOR.

• Fiat is your cage.
• Bitcoin is the sledgehammer.
• Everything else? Distraction. Noise. Lullabies for the weak.

I grew up broke, shooting street photos on a diet of instant ramen and anxiety. Then I watched governments print trillions of play-money dollars like confetti—and something in me SNAPPED. “Never again,” I swore. I grabbed my camera in one hand and Bitcoin in the other and started carving my own path to sovereignty.

2. THE STOIC PLAYBOOK FOR HODLERS.

“Control what you can. Ignore what you can’t. Stack, stay swole, stay serene.” —Seneca 2.0 (a.k.a. me)

1. Own your keys. Cold storage or it’s not yours.
2. Embrace volatility. Price dips = discounted sovereignty.
3. Zero regret policy. Missed 2013? Who cares. Buy 2025.
4. Talk less, deadlift more. Strength silences fear.
5. HODL for your grandkids. Think 30 years, not 30 days.

3. BITCOIN = ETHICAL MUSCLE.

• Fixed supply (21 M) → No emperor debasing your paycheck.
• Decentralized → No tyrant flipping the “OFF” switch.
• Permissionless → Move value at light-speed; ask nobody.

Fiat is junk food for the soul: cheap, addictive, and guaranteed to make you sick. Bitcoin is grass-fed steak for your financial physique—dense, honest, nutrient-rich. Eat up.

4. ANTIFRAGILE OR BUST.

Every hack, every FUD storm, every panic sell—Bitcoin metabolizes it, grows stronger, laughs back. Be like ₿:

• Stress? → Adapt.
• Critics? → Fuel.
• Chaos? → Playground.

A true Bitcoiner thanks the bear market for the extra reps. Pain is just leverage for the pump.

5. THE WILL TO BITCOIN.

Nietzsche preached will to power. I preach will to Bitcoin. Same energy, but digital, unstoppable, borderless. Your seed phrase in your skull = sovereignty no army can confiscate. That’s god-mode finance.

6. CALL TO ARMS (AND TRAPS, AND LATS).

1. Buy some sats today—any amount. Zero > Excuses.
2. Read The Bitcoin Standard. Tattoo the good parts on your mind.
3. Lift heavy. A strong back carries big bags.
4. Teach one friend. Orange-pill the planet, one savage at a time.
5. Never sell your freedom. Diamond hands, iron mindset.

7. MY CLOSING BATTLE CRY.

I’m not here for Lambos or clout. I’m here to topple the fiat empire and build a future where my son Seneca inherits a world powered by sound money, not debt chains. You in?

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