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The value of a money depends on    How much of it is created, but it’s hard       To audit the gold supply or find out how          Many dollars or yen or euro are created.             Failure to have a proof of reserves system                Always leads to debasement of the money.                   Therefore                An ideal money enables proof of reserves             And thus is auditable by anyone on earth          Without permission, from any computer.       Bitcoin is a ledger where you can check    The Proof of Reserves every 10 minutes, Verifying the supply and halting inflation.
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Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 11:50 AM UTC
Proof of Reserves - Bitcoin Poem 129 - Problems/Solutions 41
This turkey pardon is nonsense, Clearly symbolic. But people seem to No longer grasp the extent To which that symbolism goes. The gobblers which we free, Where do they go? To live out their lives in solitude On a quiet reserve. The rest? Well, we just put them to death Enshrined in a yearly ritual slaughter. Nothing like that situation of the natives When we boil off all the water.. And you may say, "You think of it too much, Sign to it too much importance." But I say you think too little And too small. You think of all the easements As entitlements And not ones which we took Through invasion and subjugation.
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 8:44 PM UTC
Johnny Marched A Home
Booming Rhetorics  (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ==Booming Rhetorics == by Checkered Darks ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (Copy the link below to your browser) https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/boomingrhetorics Human nature itself is a smash of contractual responsibility. A splash of rights afloat as we sink in our psychological rooted moral panics. All I see is a cascading titanic of ventures our mislaid adventures one after another. The criss cross of chains, we bonded in tax measures, reserve treasures...... It's not my leisure I beg you don't make your pleasure. I sink in pressure, resolving Karl Mark ideology of conflicted power. Is it our born nature or nurture to live in a world of social polarisation. A pole to pole, a tug of war. Each owning and holding a rope.Is it our task to cage in boxes, fencing notions of inequalities within our society. Is it our right this notion Bourgeoisie and Proletariat. Help me out as as I wade in the swampy lowland. Treading through and through, head afloat, the submerging walk me to the shores..... Help me find my way through this dark tunnel. Help me see the light, let the sun ray penetrate my blight. In our dichotomy of democracy we have made it right. A rolling ball of ........ 1. Stock them high sell them cheap is the order of the day. 2. Social warehousing of merging demand and supply chain. 3. A disintegration of socialist entrepreneurship. 4. Re-distribution of Export Production Zones in marginalised countries. 5. A surge of capitalism on this patch we call the universe. 6.Conortions of monopoly colluding sustainability. I pass this ball to you. As the industrial revolution fades and debates of "STEEL" revolves. My Speech is a mere consideration, our contradiction. The contractual complications that we have grounded and granted ourselves as humanity. My voice is an exchange, my gift, a cloud of thoughts, an arousing hope our haunting costs.
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
Booming Rhetorics (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)
Booming Rhetorics  (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ==Booming Rhetorics == by Checkered Darks ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (Copy the link below to your browser) https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/boomingrhetorics Human nature itself is a smash of contractual responsibility. A splash of rights afloat as we sink in our psychological rooted moral panics. All I see is a cascading titanic of ventures our mislaid adventures one after another. The criss cross of chains, we bonded in tax measures, reserve treasures...... It's not my leisure I beg you don't make your pleasure. I sink in pressure, resolving Karl Mark ideology of conflicted power. Is it our born nature or nurture to live in a world of social polarisation. A pole to pole, a tug of war. Each owning and holding a rope.Is it our task to cage in boxes, fencing notions of inequalities within our society. Is it our right this notion Bourgeoisie and Proletariat. Help me out as as I wade in the swampy lowland. Treading through and through, head afloat, the submerging walk me to the shores..... Help me find my way through this dark tunnel. Help me see the light, let the sun ray penetrate my blight. In our dichotomy of democracy we have made it right. A rolling ball of ........ 1. Stock them high sell them cheap is the order of the day. 2. Social warehousing of merging demand and supply chain. 3. A disintegration of socialist entrepreneurship. 4. Re-distribution of Export Production Zones in marginalised countries. 5. A surge of capitalism on this patch we call the universe. 6.Conortions of monopoly colluding sustainability. I pass this ball to you. As the industrial revolution fades and debates of "STEEL" revolves. My Speech is a mere consideration, our contradiction. The contractual complications that we have grounded and granted ourselves as humanity. My voice is an exchange, my gift, a cloud of thoughts, an arousing hope our haunting costs.
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My missionary work, to an extent, has been accomplished under grace; most of the poetry I’ve composed has been shared with the World, with the intent of drawing others towards The Kingdom and the face of Christ, beloved Lord and Savior. Pushed far out of my comfort zone, I’ve taken this notion of identity, that’s found solely in my Christ, and pushed bravely forward with it- at the dismay of brethren who bemoan the label of Christian poet and author. I can’t and won’t apologize for actions taken to glorify God through evangelism; Christ is the living Word; His Truth courses through my spirit, as I explore my Faith and understanding of Salvation. . . . Author notes Inspired by: 1 Thes 5:19 and "A life fully lived out for Jesus is never a wasted life, because in it the true reward starts only the moment one dies, and from that time on wards the dividend for the earthly investment they made continues to comes back without limit for the eternity that is ahead of them." —Abraham Israel Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
Poem: No Reserves. No Retreats. No Regrets.