#fiat
My God I am not worthy
That you should die so I go free
I once was blind, but now I see
And let it be done unto me
I cannot see what lies ahead
You could pick anyone else instead
Among all you picked me out
You broke through fear and doubt
So let it be done unto me
My Lord did not come in awe and wonder
The land didn't shake, the skies didn't thunder
You came to earth in humblest stead
Son of God with a manger for your bed
Lord, let it be done unto me
Where you send me, I will go
Led by the Spirit as it blows
In this uncertainty there's one thing I know
From my life's beginning to its close
Let your will be done unto me
You have called me to yourself
You have named me precious child
You have made me in your likeness
In your mercy, you reconciled
You have shown us the way to the father
Taught us to follow God's own son
And, as we live in your Holy Spirit,
We are given the power of three in one
So, I pray, unto me, let it be done
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
Fiat money - designed to fail
Over the years, will surely derail
Those at “the top”, print to debase
Theft from the workers, a bold disgrace
Every country - it’s to no avail
Fiat money is designed to fail
Some can print the money for free
What does that mean for you and me?
We need a money, in every detail
Designed to succeed, and not to fail
Bitcoin - money designed to succeed
What people and nations truly need
Bitcoin, it can’t control or surveil
Or basic human rights assail
But keeps the value, safe and secure
And allows our freedoms to endure
History shows - all fiat fails
In spite of propaganda’s tales
Move to Bitcoin, made to succeed
Bitcoin’s growth is gathering speed
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
Money represents
My time
And my life
Which comes from
My labor
My tears
And my strife
I get to choose where
To store
Up my wealth
Where it won’t be taken
By inflation
And stealth
Bitcoin’s the best place
It’s robust
And secure
So my time and my life
And my wealth
Can endure
No way for the looters
To steal
And debase
The thieving from fiat,
Bitcoin
Can replace
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 7:02 AM UTC
Users of some exchanges based in the United Kingdom need to pass a quiz (to show understanding of the risks) before they can buy Bitcoin.
Perhaps people should also pass a quiz before using fiat money, just so they also understand the risks. Here is a United Stated based quiz.
75% score required, 15 out of 20 questions.
What is the Cantillon Effect?
Describe seigniorage?
Who benefits most from seigniorage?
How much value has the dollar lost since 1913?
What is the #1 cause of inflation?
What is “fiat” money?
What does fiat mean in Latin?
Who prints money in the United States?
What is Quantitative Easing (QE)?
What is a Central Bank?
When was the US Central Bank created?
What happens to the value of fiat over time?
Describe the Bretton Woods agreement?
Why does the US borrow money it can print?
What monetary event happened in 1971?
Why was it made illegal to hold gold in 1933?
What is fractional reserve banking?
Why do governments prefer fiat money?
Who benefits from “setting” interest rates?
What is the M1 money supply?
Jun 15, 2024
Jun 15, 2024 at 8:27 AM UTC
Fiat money, printed freely and wildly
Contributes directly to big government
Because they don’t need the will of the
People (paying taxes) for large programs.
Instead the government can just use new
Money created by the big central banks
Therefore
When money is not created easily but
Instead is only created by honest work
And energy expenditure, this naturally
Limits the resources the government
Can use for their projects and ideas.
Bitcoin is the money based on work
Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
The anguish flows when money dies
Amid the child’s and mother’s cries
It comes when scarcity is lost
And money made without a cost
Taking savings, stealing time
Open theft through hidden crime
Stones or feathers, shells or beads
These all once filled money needs
And represented hours of work
Yet money died when people shirk
And made more units, cheap and fast
Then money died - it did not last
We work for money - you and me
But central banks just print for free
Fiat money - scarce no longer
Loss of savings growing stronger
We need scarcity - absolute
No debasement - no dispute
Bitcoin provides the solution clear
Thank God Bitcoin’s finally here
180 nations - use fiat today
All are dying - come what may
Bitcoin conquers the fiat lies
Bitcoin is Hope, when money dies
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 11:29 AM UTC
Fiat money is unsound money
Because governments can print
More of this money at low or no cost
The printing of more money is so easy
That those in power can never resist the
Urge to create new money for their use
The fiat supply remains unpredictable
Therefore
Let’s use a money with known supply
The solution is to create a limited money
That has a cost to the creation of units
This money would be sound if no group
Or person has the option to issue new
Money beyond what was programmed
Feb 19, 2023
Feb 19, 2023 at 11:04 AM UTC
“Fiat” in Latin means “let it be done”
Yes, a “binding edict” for everyone
So “fiat money” means “by decree”
THE approved money for you and me
“Fiat lux” means “Let there be light”
God said the words, God has the right
But fiat money by leaders decreed
Abuses that role - if inflating by greed
Dollars are printing by trillions, it’s true
And all decreed money is inflating too
If “by decree” - debased money we use
Much of its value we can and do lose
Now you can use a “money” that’s new
Not “by decree”, so it’s freeing for you
Bitcoin is money that plays by the rules
Safe and predictable - no one it fools
The money printing, controlled by a few
Takes from the rest - not much we can do
You can use Bitcoin, by choice - not decree
Let’s make the choice - so we can be free
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 9:29 AM UTC
F.ormidable
I.ncubator
A.dvancing
T.yranny
Long Crypto - Short Banks!
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
*Having summoned an Uber I walked
Into the Remise to await for its arrival.
Unusual, the owners of this 1750’s building
Had refused to knock down the Remise
And as it was snowing and cold it sure was
A comforting place to wait out of the weather.
I imagined how it must of looked in its heyday
Full of fine coaches and horse tack.
For a moment I could smell a horse all bridled
And strapped with new leather – something which
Stirred up an agreeable sensation within me;
I could feel the churlish beast chomping at the bit.
Twiddling my thumbs as I waited I wondered if
There were anyone left to construct such an ancient
Horse drawn carriage or was there even anyone left
Who could ever think of using it.
But as oft I do I let my mind wander to
Those good old days, though not one of which I knew.
Closing my eyes, I swear that I could smell the oak fire
Of a blacksmith’s furnace and I could hear the
Gent solidly hammering out a new set of gaited horseshoes.
In my minds eye I could see the Remise all
Full of carriages, each hooked to a fine stead -
What a grand sight it must of truly been.
It was then that I felt a hand in mine and when I
Turned toward the hand – to my wandering eye -
I had a hold on the most intriguing creature that God
Had ever given a man to hold, I dared not open my eyes.
She looked into my soul and asked me,
“Sir, which carriage?”
At about 8 paces in front of us was what I suppose
Was the best equipped of the lot and as its driver
Stepped down and made his way toward me/us
I noticed the lady was as taken with it as myself.
So Monsieur De La Dessein – the driver – or at
Least that was how he introduced himself,
Then he asked me if we cared to take the Grand Tour.
He led us up to the door of the chaise and as he opened
The door I said, “This one will not do,
It is hardly big enough for one.”
The lady, without hesitation, pushed me toward the
Door whispering, “Get in.”
Upon her insistence I climbed aboard taking up
All but about 4 inches of the seat cushion
When the lady put her head and foot in the
Carriage saying, “Move over.”
With no place to move I tilted up on one cheek
With my legs – one atop of the other.
Now my lady was climbing in full bodied and all
To find that she too must sit on one cheek facing me
With our knees knocking against each other.
The driver shut the door as the lady said, “Abarth.”
The horse sprang to life as the “La Grand Tour” began.
Face to face, body to body this buggy ride was …
How should I say it ….
Wonderful….
And then I did the stupidest thing that I’d ever done.
I opened my eyes to find the Remise empty -
No carriages, no horses, no blacksmith and no ravishing beauty.
Just an empty place to get in out of the weather.
My heart sank lower than it had ever been before.
What mind is this that can wander so ****** far from reality?
A little tiny car whipped into the Remise and right in front of me
It turned a half moon pulling up to me.
I noticed the labeling on the front of the car – Fiat.
The back windows were all blacked out.
The driver got out coming toward me on the passenger side.
As he opened the back door I asked him what kind of car this was.
He said it was a Fiat Abarth and he hoped that
I didn’t mind sharing the ride.
As I bent over peering inside the driver said his name
“Monsieur De La Desein” and sitting on
One cheek in the back of this mutant automobile
Was – that intriguing creature that I had just dreamed about.
Carefully – more expertly this time – I crawled into
The back – on one cheek – face to face
As the Uber driver asked me, “Where to.”
In perfect unison – we in the back replied
“La Grand Tour please.”
God, please don't make me open my eyes...*
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
Famed to have brought light into being, but
dark, dark you are my friend, passing
through me effortlessly, though I know
there is an interaction: week, very week.
Deep there buried somewhere in my soul
was a throb heard, when every miracle
that forms the chain of my life surfaces:
and I've been searching for you. I thought
you were beyond oceans, where sky meets,
until my ship turned around at the horizon;
I looked for you in the womb of terran vaults
and then in the planets and the stars,
and you have been collapsing fields and
manifesting timelines so I proposer, meanwhile.
You are not what I worshipped in image and
then smashed it and sought in formless word.
Every time I grasp you, you vanish, retreat,
bubble-being, who knows what exists beyond
this expanse we inhabit, these membranes
and curled up manifolds, where in the knots
I'm still searching; But before even this unfolds
in full, I discover, it is all dark, darkness
that holds these tiny galaxies of light in its
densest folds; Magicienne, wave your wand,
let us know beyond the dark and the illuminated,
let us in, into the secret chamber of kinship.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC