Bitcoin Daily News – 2019-06-07 – STATOPERATOR

I want to be able to make a difference! (The Hobo Who Lost His Million)

My appologies ahead of time for the way this all reads. It's mostly written as a train of thought, so if something seems without substance or seems to be leading somewhere and then switches directions, just read on and realize most of this was written late, when the kids are in bed and I have time, to write, in between work.
Let's get to know me: The Abbriged version.
I grew up with a single mother and a brother in a fairly safe area of the city with moderate crime levels.
Throughout highschool I had three to four good friends at a time, but nothing more than that. I can say most of my time outside of school was spent riding bycicles around the neighborhood, binging on video games (Pulling an all nighter on Diablo II or battling emerald weapon trying to beat last times record and going to sleep 3 hours before I had to go to school), browsing japanese image boards*[1], or late nights trolling and bluescreening AOL KO chats xD. Never drinking, never parties. I was your sterotypical antisocial nerd.
*[1] Yes, before the days of 4chan were, ancient... encyclopeidic, directories of techno-human, thought to image based or "meme based", thought tanks which, In my opinion, where the sparks towards the evolution of modern American social media... (most notably of these) japanese, or foreign image boards)
It wasn't really until after I got out of highschool that I started doing everything else that kids usually are doing well before that age: dating, drinking, going to parties and for me... anime conventions. The convention community is where I really made the freinds that I can, despite my absense in the past few years, say are my hometown crew.
Skipping ahead a ways, it was about 2010 when I really started getting into .onion sites and deep web, by 2012 I was actively mining and fooling with bitcoin, this is where my story gets sad...
Somewhere around 2013 when the market opened up I bought around $1500 so thats a little around 120 bitcoins. I had planned to use them for cough party favors or something so I kept them on an online wallet in case I decided to... Either way I decided not to go that rout and use them and over time just let them sit, ignoring them.
The following year, after several toxic and co-depended relationships (one even driving me to the point of taking an electric scooter 900 miles in the winter, only to get hit by an unisured vehicle not following the right of way a mear 100 miles from my destination) I became incredibly fed up with my life, my dead end jobs, the slumlord, his shitty broken townhouse and my relationships. I was doing it wrong... obviously.
A short time later I came across a few people downtown playing guitars with their packs and dogs. I could tell they were just passing through, but had been out there a couple of days so I offered them to come over to shower and eat. Now mind you at the time this should have been the last thing on my mind at the time considering I had let a couple of other transients come over in a moment of lonliness to drink with me and ended up being sucker punched and robbed. But something seemed different about this group, and it was... After 5 days of me complaining about my choises in life and them regailing me with tales of freedom and travel I was so taken that I had asked "Hopping a train and leaving... I can just do this with the shoes on my feet and the shirt on my back, yeah?" To which one responded "Yeah, we will just have to get you some gear" and with the final exchange of words between my ex-lover going something like: "Hey... I'm going to take these guys down to the train tracks. I'll see you later." To which I was met with a passive agressive and with some level of annoyance "Yeah, whatever, see you whenever" and replied "Yeah, probably not"... and left. Bye bye girl, bye bye shitty landlord!
The next three years are all too much to put into words. I traveled by train, by thumb, by 40 blue bird bus with 12 "dirty kids", their dogs and backpacks, went to gatherings of communal families in national forests, met a few amazing partners (one in particular that is still with me) the list goes on... I even spent around 11 months on and off in Palm Desert California taking care of a wonderful soul's mother who had dimentia. An imaculate house where we had a concrete wall around us, a pool, all manner of fruit and palm tree. It was heaven and it was given access in exchange for taking care of her delightful, yet unfortunately, bedridden mother. The most edifying part of being able to help her is it brought me closure to the fact that I had not gotten to take care of my own grandmother when I was younger who had passed from Lewy-Bodies Disease. This wanderlust adventure brought me a new view of what it truly meant to live, to say that it all can be done, the depression, the anxiety, the cognitive dissonance was gone. Whatever I was saying, I would manifest, wherever I wanted to go, I could get there. The opportunities were everywhere!
What is opportunity?
Well... the dictionary definition is "a set of circumstances that makes it possible to do something." To me opportunity is: environmental factors that influence circumstances, the sum of your responses to those factors (efforts dictated by time and available resources).
The first set of circumstances we ever encounter is beyond our control, it is entirely dependent upon the caregivers we have and what opportunities they allow us. For some, those opportunities are abundant e.g. Both parents, private tutoring, music, and much needed attention and time to develop and grow core skills. Others have single working parents, little to no early education, have to compete for attention or grow up in poverty.
As we become more independent in thought and action, more in control of the variables in our cirumstances, the consequences of that control unravel in a positive, neutral or negative manner. Some of us were taught early on how to cope with the bad and turn it into success. Others may repeat mistakes many times before they learn how to manifest healthy habits (This obviously had been a trend for me early on in relationships. :x).
Oh yeah!... That sad part I mentioned earlier! Remember that 112 bitcoin or so I purchased and stored on an .onion wallet? I'd almost forgotten about it too until I managed to read one day that btc had jumped to 1200. I was extatic! I had over 100,000 sitting in my wallet! Right? My family and I could get a nice mortgage on a cheap house! Right? WRONG! Due to my young, foolish, lack of foresight, young adult mind It never crossed my mind that maybe I should not be keeping my bitcoin on a site that may be used for ill gain. I scrambled to find the .onion link to move the funds. BAM, looks like the Men in Black had already come by and auctioned off anything I had managed to accrue. Unfortunately this was one of those times when the circumstances of the situation I allowed to discourage me. I told myself I would not reinvest... Even after catching Mr. Robot and seeing how mainstream bitcoin was becomming, knowing it would rise... I resented it... What a fool...
I feel incredibly blessed that I had in the instant when I met those people downtown that I did not let the circumstances of what had happened just nearly a month prior, being robbed, dictate my bias against the transient community, It let me on one of the greatest spiritual journeys of my life.
As I mentioned, I have met someone while on the road whom I am still with. At some point while in Southern California we found out we were going to have a child. I was a little worried at first not knowing if I could take on the responsibilities of being a father, since then we have settled down a few times in a few different areas and unfortunately, sometimes I still question if I can provide everything that my children deserve. Fortunately, I can usually always find work as a server and that is cash that can almost (barely) cover the rent and bills for the month. And for being just over 2 years old my eldest child is well adjusted, fully potty trained and loves to sing. All of which I would like to contribute to my flexible schedule which allows for me and my lady to spend developmental time with her. Our second child was concieved last year and diagnosed with arthrogyposis, a condition that affects the feet, knees, arms and hands with contractures. We have not been able to get genetic testing but through research feel it may have been due to a TDAP shot or muscle relaxers my lady had been administered following an accident involving us being ran over by a truck while walking down the road in Ellijay, GA *[2]. Either way, our son seems to be developing perfectly normally mentally but I can't help worry, as a father, If I will always be able to make the right choices for him where he can not.
*[2] Our attourney had told us it was protocol to make an offer for the full amount of the policy and to see if they accept it before trying to sue the insurance (found out later you can sue either way). There was a settlement; unfortunately, even after reductions, it did not even surmount the medical costs.
I am a father, I love my children, I want every oportunity in the world for them... Travel, music, passions, goals! I want my son to be able to have the medical attention he needs. I want to not have to work dead end jobs as a server and barely scrape by with government assistance. I want to follow my dreams and have a few acres of land and build a food forest, have a community of people that want to raise theirs and our children as a collective. I want time with my family, time with my children, a time to make a difference in the world *[3] with this life. I want start a NON-PROFIT and summer camp that puts modified instruments in the hands of children with physical disabilities!!! I want all these things and there is now close to $1,000,000 of a foolish mistake I made just sitting in between that, and it's something I have to own as no ones fault but my own. Hell! A fraction of that could give me everything I want! If I had heled on to at least 5-7 coins of 112 and stored it locally I would have the money to buy some land, start working towards self-sustainability... I feel like Charlie Brown trying to kick the football right now. AAARRRRRRGH!
*[3] Did you know!? That right now certain states in the midwest, after already paying and putting food on a childs plate, are throwing that food away in front of the children at the checkout because they are past due paying for their school lunches. (These are the kind of fundraisers and issues that, although systemic, need to be addressed financially)
Anyway! If you made it this far, thanks for listening! :) There are always people struggling in one way or another, people who could use that investment, many more than me, my family, my ideas and aspirations. But it is the intention behind our investments that make a difference around us. I am old enough now to know what I would do if I had even a fraction of what was taken from me. Create stability and self sustainability for my family and use whatever else in a way that can help give other children with disabilities OPPORtUNItY.
I'd like to imagine, had I been smarter and held onto my bitcoin, that If I was reading this I would be like *hehe.. click... ticka ticka ticka...this dude is going to poop his pants when he checks his wallet... * So yeah... Love Life, Love Eachother, but MOST IMPORTANTLY LOVE YOU!
Hope you enjoyed the read! Just remember I have too much at stake to prostitute myself! :D
"He who asks a question remains a fool for five minutes. He who does not ask remains a fool forever."
1KAQaWdCUxayfrMZZU5AranGkmxJFfd7ty (my wallet, in case you get off on making people poop their pants) :x
LONG LIVE THE FREEDOM OF THE INTERNET! FIGHT AGAINST CENSORSHIP AND NET NEUTRALITY!
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My appologies ahead of time for the way this all reads. It's mostly written as a train of thought, so if something seems without substance or seems to be leading somewhere and then switches directions, just read on and realize most of this was written late, when the kids are in bed and I have time, to write, in between work.
Let's get to know me: The Abbriged version.
I grew up with a single mother and a brother in a fairly safe area of the city with moderate crime levels.
Throughout highschool I had three to four good friends at a time, but nothing more than that. I can say most of my time outside of school was spent riding bycicles around the neighborhood, binging on video games (Pulling an all nighter on Diablo II or battling emerald weapon trying to beat last times record and going to sleep 3 hours before I had to go to school), browsing japanese image boards*[1], or late nights trolling and bluescreening AOL KO chats xD. Never drinking, never parties. I was your sterotypical antisocial nerd.
*[1] Yes, before the days of 4chan were, ancient... encyclopeidic, directories of techno-human, thought to image based or "meme based", thought tanks which, In my opinion, where the sparks towards the evolution of modern American social media... (most notably of these) japanese, or foreign image boards)
It wasn't really until after I got out of highschool that I started doing everything else that kids usually are doing well before that age: dating, drinking, going to parties and for me... anime conventions. The convention community is where I really made the freinds that I can, despite my absense in the past few years, say are my hometown crew.
Skipping ahead a ways, it was about 2010 when I really started getting into .onion sites and deep web, by 2012 I was actively mining and fooling with bitcoin, this is where my story gets sad...
Somewhere around 2013 when the market opened up I bought around $1500 so thats a little around 120 bitcoins. I had planned to use them for cough party favors or something so I kept them on an online wallet in case I decided to... Either way I decided not to go that rout and use them and over time just let them sit, ignoring them.
The following year, after several toxic and co-depended relationships (one even driving me to the point of taking an electric scooter 900 miles in the winter, only to get hit by an unisured vehicle not following the right of way a mear 100 miles from my destination) I became incredibly fed up with my life, my dead end jobs, the slumlord, his shitty broken townhouse and my relationships. I was doing it wrong... obviously.
A short time later I came across a few people downtown playing guitars with their packs and dogs. I could tell they were just passing through, but had been out there a couple of days so I offered them to come over to shower and eat. Now mind you at the time this should have been the last thing on my mind at the time considering I had let a couple of other transients come over in a moment of lonliness to drink with me and ended up being sucker punched and robbed. But something seemed different about this group, and it was... After 5 days of me complaining about my choises in life and them regailing me with tales of freedom and travel I was so taken that I had asked "Hopping a train and leaving... I can just do this with the shoes on my feet and the shirt on my back, yeah?" To which one responded "Yeah, we will just have to get you some gear" and with the final exchange of words between my ex-lover going something like: "Hey... I'm going to take these guys down to the train tracks. I'll see you later." To which I was met with a passive agressive and with some level of annoyance "Yeah, whatever, see you whenever" and replied "Yeah, probably not"... and left. Bye bye girl, bye bye shitty landlord!
The next three years are all too much to put into words. I traveled by train, by thumb, by 40 blue bird bus with 12 "dirty kids", their dogs and backpacks, went to gatherings of communal families in national forests, met a few amazing partners (one in particular that is still with me) the list goes on... I even spent around 11 months on and off in Palm Desert California taking care of a wonderful soul's mother who had dimentia. An imaculate house where we had a concrete wall around us, a pool, all manner of fruit and palm tree. It was heaven and it was given access in exchange for taking care of her delightful, yet unfortunately, bedridden mother. The most edifying part of being able to help her is it brought me closure to the fact that I had not gotten to take care of my own grandmother when I was younger who had passed from Lewy-Bodies Disease. This wanderlust adventure brought me a new view of what it truly meant to live, to say that it all can be done, the depression, the anxiety, the cognitive dissonance was gone. Whatever I was saying, I would manifest, wherever I wanted to go, I could get there. The opportunities were everywhere!
What is opportunity?
Well... the dictionary definition is "a set of circumstances that makes it possible to do something." To me opportunity is: environmental factors that influence circumstances, the sum of your responses to those factors (efforts dictated by time and available resources).
The first set of circumstances we ever encounter is beyond our control, it is entirely dependent upon the caregivers we have and what opportunities they allow us. For some, those opportunities are abundant e.g. Both parents, private tutoring, music, and much needed attention and time to develop and grow core skills. Others have single working parents, little to no early education, have to compete for attention or grow up in poverty.
As we become more independent in thought and action, more in control of the variables in our cirumstances, the consequences of that control unravel in a positive, neutral or negative manner. Some of us were taught early on how to cope with the bad and turn it into success. Others may repeat mistakes many times before they learn how to manifest healthy habits (This obviously had been a trend for me early on in relationships. :x).
Oh yeah!... That sad part I mentioned earlier! Remember that 112 bitcoin or so I purchased and stored on an .onion wallet? I'd almost forgotten about it too until I managed to read one day that btc had jumped to 1200. I was extatic! I had over 100,000 sitting in my wallet! Right? My family and I could get a nice mortgage on a cheap house! Right? WRONG! Due to my young, foolish, lack of foresight, young adult mind It never crossed my mind that maybe I should not be keeping my bitcoin on a site that may be used for ill gain. I scrambled to find the .onion link to move the funds. BAM, looks like the Men in Black had already come by and auctioned off anything I had managed to accrue. Unfortunately this was one of those times when the circumstances of the situation I allowed to discourage me. I told myself I would not reinvest... Even after catching Mr. Robot and seeing how mainstream bitcoin was becomming, knowing it would rise... I resented it... What a fool...
I feel incredibly blessed that I had in the instant when I met those people downtown that I did not let the circumstances of what had happened just nearly a month prior, being robbed, dictate my bias against the transient community, It let me on one of the greatest spiritual journeys of my life.
As I mentioned, I have met someone while on the road whom I am still with. At some point while in Southern California we found out we were going to have a child. I was a little worried at first not knowing if I could take on the responsibilities of being a father, since then we have settled down a few times in a few different areas and unfortunately, sometimes I still question if I can provide everything that my children deserve. Fortunately, I can usually always find work as a server and that is cash that can almost (barely) cover the rent and bills for the month. And for being just over 2 years old my eldest child is well adjusted, fully potty trained and loves to sing. All of which I would like to contribute to my flexible schedule which allows for me and my lady to spend developmental time with her. Our second child was concieved last year and diagnosed with arthrogyposis, a condition that affects the feet, knees, arms and hands with contractures. We have not been able to get genetic testing but through research feel it may have been due to a TDAP shot or muscle relaxers my lady had been administered following an accident involving us being ran over by a truck while walking down the road. Either way he seems to be developing perfectly normally mentally but I can't help worry, as a father, If I will always be able to make the right choices for him where he can not.
I am a father, I love my children, I want every oportunity in the world for them... Travel, music, passions, goals! I want my son to be able to have the medical attention he needs. I want to not have to work dead end jobs as a server and barely scrape by with government assistance. I want to follow my dreams and have a few acres of land and build a food forest, have a community of people that want to raise theirs and our children as a collective. I want time with my family, time with my children, a time to make a difference in the world *[2] with this life. I want start a NON-PROFIT and summer camp that puts modified instruments in the hands of children with physical disabilities!!! I want all these things and there is now close to $1,000,000 of a ...
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11-28 06:32 - 'The Million Dollar Hobo' (self.Bitcoin) by /u/HobOofTheCentury removed from /r/Bitcoin within 5-15min

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My appologies ahead of time for the way this all reads. It's mostly written as a train of thought, so if something seems without substance or seems to be leading somewhere and then switches directions, just read on and realize most of this was written late, when the kids are in bed and I have time, to write, in between work.
Let's get to know me: The Abbriged version.
I grew up with a single mother and a brother in a fairly safe area of the city with moderate crime levels.
Throughout highschool I had three to four good friends at a time, but nothing more than that. I can say most of my time outside of school was spent riding bycicles around the neighborhood, binging on video games (Pulling an all nighter on Diablo II or battling emerald weapon trying to beat last times record and going to sleep 3 hours before I had to go to school), browsing japanese image boards*[1], or late nights trolling and bluescreening AOL KO chats xD. Never drinking, never parties. I was your sterotypical antisocial nerd.
*[1] Yes, before the days of 4chan were, ancient... encyclopeidic, directories of techno-human, thought to image based or "meme based", thought tanks which, In my opinion, where the sparks towards the evolution of modern American social media... (most notably of these) japanese, or foreign image boards)
It wasn't really until after I got out of highschool that I started doing everything else that kids usually are doing well before that age: dating, drinking, going to parties and for me... anime conventions. The convention community is where I really made the freinds that I can, despite my absense in the past few years, say are my hometown crew.
Skipping ahead a ways, it was about 2010 when I really started getting into .onion sites and deep web, by 2012 I was actively mining and fooling with bitcoin, this is where my story gets sad...
Somewhere around 2013 when the market opened up I bought around $1500 so thats a little around 120 bitcoins. I had planned to use them for cough party favors or something so I kept them on an online wallet in case I decided to... Either way I decided not to go that rout and use them and over time just let them sit, ignoring them.
The following year, after several toxic and co-depended relationships (one even driving me to the point of taking an electric scooter 900 miles in the winter, only to get hit by an unisured vehicle not following the right of way a mear 100 miles from my destination) I became incredibly fed up with my life, my dead end jobs, the slumlord, his shitty broken townhouse and my relationships. I was doing it wrong... obviously.
A short time later I came across a few people downtown playing guitars with their packs and dogs. I could tell they were just passing through, but had been out there a couple of days so I offered them to come over to shower and eat. Now mind you at the time this should have been the last thing on my mind at the time considering I had let a couple of other transients come over in a moment of lonliness to drink with me and ended up being sucker punched and robbed. But something seemed different about this group, and it was... After 5 days of me complaining about my choises in life and them regailing me with tales of freedom and travel I was so taken that I had asked "Hopping a train and leaving... I can just do this with the shoes on my feet and the shirt on my back, yeah?" To which one responded "Yeah, we will just have to get you some gear" and with the final exchange of words between my ex-lover going something like: "Hey... I'm going to take these guys down to the train tracks. I'll see you later." To which I was met with a passive agressive and with some level of annoyance "Yeah, whatever, see you whenever" and replied "Yeah, probably not"... and left. Bye bye girl, bye bye shitty landlord!
The next three years are all too much to put into words. I traveled by train, by thumb, by 40 blue bird bus with 12 "dirty kids", their dogs and backpacks, went to gatherings of communal families in national forests, met a few amazing partners (one in particular that is still with me) the list goes on... I even spent around 11 months on and off in Palm Desert California taking care of a wonderful soul's mother who had dimentia. An imaculate house where we had a concrete wall around us, a pool, all manner of fruit and palm tree. It was heaven and it was given access in exchange for taking care of her delightful, yet unfortunately, bedridden mother. The most edifying part of being able to help her is it brought me closure to the fact that I had not gotten to take care of my own grandmother when I was younger who had passed from Lewy-Bodies Disease. This wanderlust adventure brought me a new view of what it truly meant to live, to say that it all can be done, the depression, the anxiety, the cognitive dissonance was gone. Whatever I was saying, I would manifest, wherever I wanted to go, I could get there. The opportunities were everywhere!
What is opportunity?
Well... the dictionary definition is "a set of circumstances that makes it possible to do something." To me opportunity is: environmental factors that influence circumstances, the sum of your responses to those factors (efforts dictated by time and available resources).
The first set of circumstances we ever encounter is beyond our control, it is entirely dependent upon the caregivers we have and what opportunities they allow us. For some, those opportunities are abundant e.g. Both parents, private tutoring, music, and much needed attention and time to develop and grow core skills. Others have single working parents, little to no early education, have to compete for attention or grow up in poverty.
As we become more independent in thought and action, more in control of the variables in our cirumstances, the consequences of that control unravel in a positive, neutral or negative manner. Some of us were taught early on how to cope with the bad and turn it into success. Others may repeat mistakes many times before they learn how to manifest healthy habits (This obviously had been a trend for me early on in relationships. :x).
Oh yeah!... That sad part I mentioned earlier! Remember that 112 bitcoin or so I purchased and stored on an .onion wallet? I'd almost forgotten about it too until I managed to read one day that btc had jumped to 1200. I was extatic! I had over 100,000 sitting in my wallet! Right? My family and I could get a nice mortgage on a cheap house! Right? WRONG! Due to my young, foolish, lack of foresight, young adult mind It never crossed my mind that maybe I should not be keeping my bitcoin on a site that may be used for ill gain. I scrambled to find the .onion link to move the funds. BAM, looks like the Men in Black had already come by and auctioned off anything I had managed to accrue. Unfortunately this was one of those times when the circumstances of the situation I allowed to discourage me. I told myself I would not reinvest... Even after catching Mr. Robot and seeing how mainstream bitcoin was becomming, knowing it would rise... I resented it... What a fool...
I feel incredibly blessed that I had in the instant when I met those people downtown that I did not let the circumstances of what had happened just nearly a month prior, being robbed, dictate my bias against the transient community, It let me on one of the greatest spiritual journeys of my life.
As I mentioned, I have met someone while on the road whom I am still with. At some point while in Southern California we found out we were going to have a child. I was a little worried at first not knowing if I could take on the responsibilities of being a father, since then we have settled down a few times in a few different areas and unfortunately, sometimes I still question if I can provide everything that my children deserve. Fortunately, I can usually always find work as a server and that is cash that can almost (barely) cover the rent and bills for the month. And for being just over 2 years old my eldest child is well adjusted, fully potty trained and loves to sing. All of which I would like to contribute to my flexible schedule which allows for me and my lady to spend developmental time with her. Our second child was concieved last year and diagnosed with arthrogyposis, a condition that affects the feet, knees, arms and hands with contractures. We have not been able to get genetic testing but through research feel it may have been due to a TDAP shot or muscle relaxers my lady had been administered following an accident involving us being ran over by a truck while walking down the road. Either way he seems to be developing perfectly normally mentally but I can't help worry, as a father, If I will always be able to make the right choices for him where he can not.
I am a father, I love my children, I want every oportunity in the world for them... Travel, music, passions, goals! I want my son to be able to have the medical attention he needs. I want to not have to work dead end jobs as a server and barely scrape by with government assistance. I want to follow my dreams and have a few acres of land and build a food forest, have a community of people that want to raise theirs and our children as a collective. I want time with my family, time with my children, a time to make a difference in the world *[2] with this life. I want start a NON-PROFIT and summer camp that puts modified instruments in the hands of children with physical disabilities!!! I want all these things and there is now close to $1,000,000 of a foolish mistake I made just sitting in between that, and it's something I have to own as no ones fault but my own. Hell! A fraction of that could give me everything I want! If I had heled on to at least 5-7 coins of 112 and stored it locally I would have the money to buy some land, start working towards self-sustainability... I feel like Charlie Brown trying to kick the football right now. AAARRRRRRGH!
*[2] Did you know!? That right now certain states in the midwest, after already paying and putting food on a childs plate, are throwing that food away in front of the children at the checkout because they are past due paying for their school lunches. (These are the kind of fundraisers and issues that, although systemic, need to be addressed financially)
Anyway! If you made it this far, thanks for listening! :) There are always people struggling in one way or another, people who could use that investment, many more than me, my family, my ideas and aspirations. But it is the intention behind our investments that make a difference around us. I am old enough now to know what I would do if I had even a fraction of what was taken from me. Create stability and self sustainability for my family and use whatever else in a way that can help give other children with disabilities OPPORtUNItY.
I'd like to imagine, had I been smarter and held onto my bitcoin, that If I was reading this I would be like *hehe.. click... ticka ticka ticka...this dude is going to poop his pants when he checks his wallet... * So yeah... Love Life, Love Eachother, but MOST IMPORTANTLY LOVE YOU!
That being said, I know it is against subreddit regulations to ask for or suggest transactions of bitcoin to any sort of charity unless it's "Well established" so clearly I am not suggesting anything of the sort. But for the hell of it I'll just leave this here 1KAQaWdCUxayfrMZZU5AranGkmxJFfd7ty (Clearly an inconspicuous peice of metadata)
LONG LIVE THE FREEDOM OF THE INTERNET! FIGHT AGAINST CENSORSHIP AND NET NEUTRALITY!
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Pool hopping attack is the result of miners leaving the pool when it offers fewer financial rewards and joining back when the rewards of mining yield higher rewards in blockchain networks. This act of leaving and rejoining the pool only during the good times results in the miner receiving more rewards than the computational power they contribute. Miners exiting the pool deprive it of its ... New York-based Coinsetter evolves to “full US Bitcoin exchange” Following the recent presentation of the first BitLicense draft, the Bitcoin-related set of rules that will regulate the crypto-economy in New York, the local exchange Coinsetter announced its evolution from beta stage to “full US Bitcoin exchange”. The pool-hopping attack casts down the expected profits of both the mining pool and honest miners in Blockchain. The mainstream countermeasures, namely PPS (pay-per-share) and PPLNS (pay-per-last ... Bitcoin markets are competitive, which implies the price a bitcoin will rise or fall depending on supply and demand. Lots of people hoard them for long term savings and investment. This restricts the number of bitcoins that are actually circulating in the exchanges. Herein it is proposed a simple algorithm for automatic hopping among mining pools in peer-to-peer networks using the Bitcoin protocol. The hopping ceases to occur when the best pool to be mined is ...

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