Oddbean

You were seeking attention and recognition for something you felt belonged to you. You wouldn’t let up. Over and over you poked at me as if trying to strong arm me into deleting my account and forfeiting the handle. My quote post was an attempt to clear up any confusion and restore your followers. Talk shit? Clearly you missed your meds, Gladys. The Bengay has you confused. Pillow talking falsities is your claim to fame … or obscurity — not mine. Come on now, Auntie. It’s cute that you thought digging up energy from the dead birdie would provide you the clout you feel Craig stole unfortunately, real recognizes real and you’re pretty unfamiliar… You’re tired, Goodnight🌻

I commented on the post where someone asked you about your moniker. As I said, I think there should be lotsa Bitcoin Belles. I am the first and am fine with you imitating. It reminds me of 2013 when we all claimed to be Satoshi. It was fun. I hope you have as much fun as I did as Bitcoin Belle. It's so very DPR like which brings us full circle.

Ma’am… don’t you have anything else to do? As someone emerging from the shadows who’s dedicated part of her life to bridging generational gaps and emboldening women in the Bitcoin space— after all you’ve been through— I’d assume you to be kinder. I showed you grace and respect, before I knew who you were and after, but you came for me with The Highlander, Shakespeare, and now this grift about me imitating you. HA! Where? I genuinely enjoy positivity and spreading kindness. I’m not a snarky, lady. I’ve never shitcoined nor have I ever laid down with shitcoiners. I don’t come for people, I mind my business and stay out the way. I’m not into tech, I don’t care about clout, I don’t read charts, NGU, or host panels. I mind my business post things that make me smile, repost what I value, send zaps, stack sats, and serve the Lord. I’m sorry for any and everything that’s happened to you in the space. It’s unfortunate that people misunderstood you and brought calamity to your reputation. That being said, leave me alone. That victim mess doesn’t work on/with me. It’s obvious you haven’t grown from the past and feel as if someone owes you something. It’s not me. I was raised by strong southern women, dear heart. That means I know who I am, who I serve, and believe that what’s mine will forever be for me… nothing you can do will change that. It’s beautiful that you’ve found joy in your delusions but please trust, verify, and, believe there’s absolutely nothing that you’ve done in which I wish, would, or could imitate. You’re you and I’m me… and that’s okay.

Sorry i am too illiterate to have the full scope of this discussion but i couldn’t help but notice you said something that i have previously made a meme for So here 🫳 https://image.nostr.build/ff77b5c17ee9fe9543e8a235953245b1bdae877b564a2d8f2578435e55b9352c.jpg

Good girl! Way to rein it in. I'm proud of you. I figured the insults were due to high insuline or a need for sleep. As for The South, I enjoyed my time there in Alabama, Nashville, The Carolinas. Lovely. I'm definitely a Woman of The West so we don't align culturally exactly, but there is nothing here that a chat over sweet tea and a porch swing can't fix. Keep swinging kiddo!

You know what you’re doing, Michelle. I’ve asked you to leave me alone, created a clear line of separation between us, and given you grace. I even got in the dirt to sling mud with you knowing it’s not fun going back and forth with elders, so please… stop talking to me.