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To: @OrangeMan 
From: @Bitcoinium 

I just got the CashApp magazine just now, yay. It arrived early. Thank you!!

Also, I love the surprise swag, tea bags and incense. My colleague at work kept trying to convince me to like Earl Grey but I hate bergamot. Still, I will try the one you sent me. I am a tea lover. But the best present was the Vote For Better Money sticker. I just have to figure out where to place it.🤔

I will definitely give you a glowing review on NOSTR.

Stop 

 On City Lights #It'sOn https://image.nostr.build/dbe332fe5a4491ee9725fcca306b4de87a083605295a120c0213463c84f1e5ef.jpg  

 Gm plebs. I have a confession. I love coffee. Why does my coffee in America not taste as good as in Europe or Africa? Is it the water? That's what a friend tried to tell me. Anyone have a recommendation for good coffee to buy? I drink my coffee strong, black and I use a french press, for the aficionado. Tips welcome! #coffeestr #asknostr 

 On Censorship #It'sOn

I grew up in a family that espoused the Victorian dictum that children should be seen not heard. This was and still is antithetical to my natural way of being, much to the dismay of my mother, but thankfully not my father. To be fair, years later my mother did seem to find some of the things I said as a child amusing. I once told my grade school teacher at the tender age of four, that the reason why I was persistently late to school was because of my father's drinking habit. Not alcohol, although that did become an issue later on in life. It was his morning tea that was the problem. I told my teacher in complete exasperation, eyes rolling and everything, that my Dad drank not one but two cups of teas before he would finally get up to take me to school. I objected vehemently when I sensed the second cup of tea coming but what was I to do? Later on in life, I asked my Mom in plain view of my cousin who had married a rich business man, without a college degree, what he studied in college, eyes gaping in full wonder. Their house was so big and nice I thought for sure he had the ultimate university degree. I mean, my Dad had a PhD from America, of all places, but we didn’t own such a nice place. I think we were living in Sudan at the time. Maybe Jeddah; I can’t be sure. My worldview was that the more schooling, the more money you make in life. I can be forgiven for thinking that way, I was probably seven at the time. Robert Kiyosaki would probably beg to differ, having read his excellent book, Rich Dad Poor Dad about this very misunderstanding; that more degrees leads to more and more worldly gains. Since then I did grow up and I did enroll in the “hard knocks of life” school, as the expression goes. I did have to face difficult obstacles. Through it all, I maintained my knack for speaking my mind or at least what I thought was the truth. I did not hold back my tongue, like my mother wanted, and I relished it when I discovered I was wrong about something, after comforting my bruised ego, of course. How else are we supposed to find out what's what if we don't speak up, right? Which is funny because I noticed that once I started to move up in my career, I held back a lot. For some reason, it seem to hurt my chances if I said something that everyone else was missing but was somehow obvious to me. Or perhaps they were skirting around the issue, but all I wanted to do was attack it head on. Another weird occurrence was when I started to experience what could best be described as "mind meld." At first I ignored it and told myself it was just a case of "great minds think alike." But then it started to be disturbing. People would say what I was thinking verbatim as if they could "read my mind." That is sheer terror. How is that possible? How are people able to do that? Are they aware of what's happening? Are they doing this to me, on purpose, at a conscious level? Or are they none the wiser? I could not tell. I ran a few tests to judge their reactions. I tried to beat them to the punch with my inner dialogue. It was as if I was invisible and they did not see me. I was a ghost in my own life, hidden in plain sight. I could not say anything. I tried a few times but quickly realized how it sounded. I would be belittled, demonized, attacked. Maybe even institutionalized, if I am not careful. My then-husband dismissed my concerns when I tried to voice them. My mom turned around my questions when I asked her for an explanation given her years of wisdom. It was all for naught. No answers were forthcoming. I would not wish this treatment on my worst enemy. It is a form of human torture the likes of which the world has never known. Silent, hidden and subversive. An undercurrent of dark waters lapping gently beneath the surface of makeshift ground. Censorship is the stuff of nightmares. It drives the spirit under water, drowning all thoughts and emotions in deep oceans. How can anyone heal the infection in such wet conditions? How can the truth find the light of day and dry out in the hot sun when souls are buried alive? There is a reason why civilization rests on the ability to speak freely. The first amendment of the American constitution is not a nice-to-have, it is a panacea for the ills of society. It ensures our most darkest ideas, our authentic beings find outlets for reconciliation with that which is beyond ourself, whether in words, images, science or pure art. Freedom of expression is not to be feared or suppressed. It is the true magic in life. If you let it be, it will always find its way through. It will take us home. And home is where the heart is. Happy St. Valentine's Day. 

 Hey Nostr. What app do you recommend for generating AI app besides MidJourney? Is there anything better out there? #artstr 

 I just watched the Putin/Tucker interview. Yes, I put Putin's name first even though he was the guest not host. But if you watch it, you'll understand why. I learned 50000000000 much. Like Russia and Chine share a 1000 mile long border. Well, that's me told. And also the cold war basically never ended. There is that ... 

 On Electricity #It'sOn

Growing up in the west coast of Africa, in the small but prosperous nation of La Cote D'Ivoire, I was keenly aware of how expensive electricity was, thanks to my Dad. He would often give me, the eldest of four girls, impromptu speeches on how we have access to electricity thanks to the hydroelectric dam, all the way from Ghana, a neighboring country. And as such we have to be extra careful of our home usage. He would encourage me to turn off the lights once I left a room that I won't be returning back to for a while. But not to switch the light off, if I am just alighting for a few minutes, on a quick errand to the kitchen to fix myself a snack. Turning on the air conditioning was an event and we would all pile in the one room with the air conditioner, rather than turn multiple ones on, even though all three rooms of the house had one. This was a country near the equator so it got very hot. Fans were ok but only if you were in the room. Nothing electric was left on by accident. To this day I don't like air conditioning or fans. It goes without saying, these habits stayed with me to this day and now I am a card-carrying energy conservationist despite people in the west being completely, and I mean completely unawares of where their electricity comes from. They waste energy like water with devices that consume volts for breakfast, lunch and dinner with non-stop snacking in between. They might as well keep their faucets running 24, 7, 365 days a year for when they actually use them. Ridiculous when you think about it that way. Yet, that's how we treat electricity because we don't see or hear the current flowing. Direct or alternating, no matter. When was the last time you unplugged your TV, toaster, microwave, coffee maker, refrigerator, washer/dryer because you are not using them? Never, right. Where does your electricity come from, do you know? You don't, right? If tomorrow the world’s electric generators were to go out from an act of God, what would you do? Why die, of course. And that's just it. We are all vaguely aware of energy deaths. If you pay attention, even in G7 countries, there are elderly people who are found dead because it got too cold in the winter, and too hot in the summer. Our planet is a Goldilocks planet. We are all well aware that our survival depends on a very narrow band of temperatures, be it Celsius or Fahrenheit. The main reason we live well, we are safe, we are healthy is thanks to electricity. Most underdeveloped countries are so-called undeveloped because of their lack of or inconsistent supply of electricity for the masses. Indeed, there is a direct relationship, a correlation that is most definitely not of the spurious kind, between access to abundant energy and wealth, as in earthly riches. That is the path to eliminating poverty in the world and stopping children going hungry; not by sending worthless dollars to charities like Oxfam and UN Food Programme. My childhood friend whose Dad worked for UNICEF, lived the high life in Geneva, Switzerland, thanks to all the donations you made. Nothing against my friend and her father, my father was in the same business. International development. Those organizations are well-intentioned at best, and treasonous at worst. Actually most likely they betray humans and humanity day in, day out. What you should do instead is fix the problem once and for all. Buy Bitcoin. You read that correctly. Bitcoin is single-handedly paying energy producers worldwide to source cheap, renewable and wasted energy to generate money. Put another way, Bitcoin takes in energy, in any form whether that be fossil fuel, nuclear, solar or wind turbines and puts out money. Real money. The kind you can bank on your own, for yourself. Not the money we have now which takes in energy, in the form of you waking up at an ungodly hour, to go to work, only to turn around and gives it to the bankers. Then the government steps in, once they get wind of you having funds, this time in the form of income taxes or stealth inflation. The Mafiaso indeed. In the end, you are left with a small bit to live on, but don't forget the sales taxes or VAT for the Europeans, for whenever you buy anything from the store or your final resting place, the farm. In the meantime, the banks, in all their benevolent glory, safeguard your earnings, charge you fees, and then extra ones when you are feeling down and overdrawn. All the while, they are engaged in ruinous speculations in the money markets with your hard-earned savings which affords them fame and fortune, but renders you poor and homeless. Never mind that we are born man and woman, equal in the eyes of God, on a plentiful planet, built by the angels with liberty and justice for all. The politicians are betting on your ignorance of how much energy matters in your daily life, giving you eternal health and wealth. They, the masters of the dark arts; they want to snuff out any hope of you becoming free, happy and independent from their clutches. They need you to stay fat, dumb and stupid so you can spend, spend, spend, on credit of course, while they get rich off your debt, sweat and tears. Bitcoin is the real threat to their satanic, demonic plans and so they mean to stop it by any means necessary. They run scare tactics, using regulations and emergency-type surveys punishable by death. Where was the energy emergency response, FEMA, when New Orleans piled into the football stadium arena, looking to preserve American lives? What have you done since then, U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, to ensure never again will the levees break? Nothing. People, people, wake up already. Your government is Voldemort. They are not the answer. They are the problem. Don't let them destroy us. Remember, they work for us. We don't work for them. Bitcoin unveils the true color of our sickly green agenda. Bitcoin is bright life, the other is sure death. Choose wisely. There is no coming back from the dead.