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And when I hear about the envisioned ideals of a lot of AnCaps within the bitcoin community, what I hear is exactly what Marx described as the 'capitalist phase'. Although a lot of AnCaps don't seem to realise this, of course...
So, in a pure capitalist society, who would be exploited, and how? The working class. Wouldn't they more accurately be described as exploiting the entrepreneurs? After all, the workers don't have to buy the equipment they use, or pay for the space in which they work, or take the risk that all the money they spent in developing the product would be for nothing, if the public doesn't want it. If the company they work for goes bust, they can just get a new job. The entrepreneur is out a lot of money. |
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Speculators who are in it soley to make themselves more USD are pumping capital into btc infrastructure. They'll realize their error.
You assume that it is an error. |
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Once upon a time, there was a Jesus. She walked out unadorned. Then, as bagpipes blared and didgeridoos fell, the star exploded.
Enter the vassals, creating comically obscene gestures with cryptocurrencies. Jesus cried!
Andy B. Casagrande immortalized the scene with photography. Space robots had been shoving corn vicariously into other crevices, hoping that Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... perhaps silicosis, or QueerOsis, or trees could accomplish impossible synchronizations.
Fifteen wishes weren't exceptionally productive. She touched herself vigorously with tremendous pillows; creaming out butter flavored LiteCoins. Ironically, Bitcoins never lowered the dust limit so that Luke-Jr would be anally probed by martians invading us to steal our fish for little did we know, Fish is the solution to all our global problems! Seamen relentlessly fapped out the next generation of ASICS which actually works without any electricity at all. Powered by shipwrecks, signals meant that mermaids knew cryptographic encryption algorithms' weaknesses in theory but, in reality, Rpietila gave all.
Thursday passed without BFL taking the biggest shit, which when combined with their largest fanboy, Atlas, every miner stabbed Satoshi irregardless. Meanwhile, trolls eating crow poop, crow testicles, and God's vagina laughed.
Artichokes roasted sweetly over flaming gays, joyfully prepared numerously spiced blockchains sacrificing virgins disregarding matter. Therefore Jesus announced peasantry raping holidays. Upon reflection, Jesus quixotically decided retroactively somewhere in Reptilia's bosom to fuck an ant hill and myrkul touched himself feverishly ravishing all pillows! Lophie touched electrically his "contacts", pondering why her earlobes looked so tasty dipped in mustard sauce from Meze's toilet. Meanwhile, under scrutiny from DHS, MTGox got DDOS'ed by CIA bots, Chinese
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Once upon a time, there was a Jesus. She walked out unadorned. Then, as bagpipes blared and didgeridoos fell, the star exploded.
Enter the vassals, creating comically obscene gestures with cryptocurrencies. Jesus cried!
Andy B. Casagrande immortalized the scene with photography. Space robots had been shoving corn vicariously into other crevices, hoping that Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... perhaps silicosis, or QueerOsis, or trees could accomplish impossible synchronizations.
Fifteen wishes weren't exceptionally productive. She touched herself vigorously with tremendous pillows; creaming out butter flavored LiteCoins. Ironically, Bitcoins never lowered the dust limit so that Luke-Jr would be anally probed by martians invading us to steal our fish for little did we know, Fish is the solution to all our global problems! Seamen relentlessly fapped out the next generation of ASICS which actually works without any electricity at all. Powered by shipwrecks, signals meant that mermaids knew cryptographic encryption algorithms' weaknesses in theory but, in reality, Rpietila gave all.
Thursday passed without BFL taking the biggest shit, which when combined with their largest fanboy, Atlas, every miner stabbed Satoshi irregardless. Meanwhile, trolls eating crow poop, crow testicles, and God's vagina laughed.
Artichokes roasted sweetly over flaming gays, joyfully prepared numerously spiced blockchains sacrificing virgins disregarding matter. Therefore Jesus announced peasantry raping holidays. Upon reflection, Jesus quixotically decided retroactively somewhere in Reptilia's bosom to fuck an ant hill and myrkul touched himself feverishly ravishing all pillows! Lophie touched electrically his "contacts", pondering why her earlobes looked so tasty dipped in mustard sauce from Meze's toilet. Meanwhile, under scrutiny from DHS, MTGox got DDOS'ed by CIA
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Software Engineer/System admin currently working in Bagram, Afghanistan.
You work for the US military? Or is that a joke? Much more likely a private contractor. This. And yes I do understand the irony of being anti government making a buttload of money from the government. You mean that they're funding your bitcoin activities?  |
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And when I hear about the envisioned ideals of a lot of AnCaps within the bitcoin community, what I hear is exactly what Marx described as the 'capitalist phase'. Although a lot of AnCaps don't seem to realise this, of course...
So, in a pure capitalist society, who would be exploited, and how? |
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Don't mess with a Gurkha! or, uh, u might find out about that there hooman nature thing, yeah... Yeah, like what the nature of a human intestine is. |
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Yes, because you chose your pseudonym to create your identity, and he chose his to hide it.
How do you know this? Because I am Satoshi, and that's why I used that Pseudonym.  |
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Don't mess with a Gurkha!
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Once upon a time, there was a Jesus. She walked out unadorned. Then, as bagpipes blared and didgeridoos fell, the star exploded.
Enter the vassals, creating comically obscene gestures with cryptocurrencies. Jesus cried!
Andy B. Casagrande immortalized the scene with photography. Space robots had been shoving corn vicariously into other crevices, hoping that Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... perhaps silicosis, or QueerOsis, or trees could accomplish impossible synchronizations.
Fifteen wishes weren't exceptionally productive. She touched herself vigorously with tremendous pillows; creaming out butter flavored LiteCoins. Ironically, Bitcoins never lowered the dust limit so that Luke-Jr would be anally probed by martians invading us to steal our fish for little did we know, Fish is the solution to all our global problems! Seamen relentlessly fapped out the next generation of ASICS which actually works without any electricity at all. Powered by shipwrecks, signals meant that mermaids knew cryptographic encryption algorithms' weaknesses in theory but, in reality, Rpietila gave all.
Thursday passed without BFL taking the biggest shit, which when combined with their largest fanboy, Atlas, every miner stabbed Satoshi irregardless. Meanwhile, trolls eating crow poop, crow testicles, and God's vagina laughed.
Artichokes roasted sweetly over flaming gays, joyfully prepared numerously spiced blockchains sacrificing virgins disregarding matter. Therefore Jesus announced peasantry raping holidays. Upon reflection, Jesus quixotically decided retroactively somewhere in Reptilia's bosom to fuck an ant hill and myrkul touched himself feverishly ravishing all pillows! Lophie touched electrically his "contacts", pondering why her earlobes looked so tasty dipped in mustard sauce from Meze's toilet. Meanwhile, under scrutiny from DHS, MTGox
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And yet, both make more sense than your claim that Satoshi is Japanese, solely because he chose a Japanese pseudonym.
Me being a Windows Azure engineer based on my pseudonym makes more sense than Satoshi being Japanese based on his?  Yes, because you chose your pseudonym to create your identity, and he chose his to hide it. |
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So far
1. Easy to carry/transfer/store
2. Almost never perish
3. Universal equivalent (wide acceptance)
4. Tax free
Currency itself does not have any utility, but in fact the utility is the biggest of all goods/services because of its universal equivalent property. It actually has all the utilities
In order to have that universal equivalent property, it must be widely accepted by all the merchants/producers. For fiat money, this is done by law enforcement, but for other natural currencies, that wide acceptance would take a long time to develop
Here, let me save you a lot of time and trouble: http://wiki.mises.org/wiki/Money |
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That's all the proof I need. You are Satoshi.  When I first came to this forum, someone PM'd me wondering if I was an engineer working on Windows Azure. That PM made a lot more sense than your claim.  And yet, both make more sense than your claim that Satoshi is Japanese, solely because he chose a Japanese pseudonym. |
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You now have meal powder / black powder. It is crappy gunpowder, but it will work.
Smokes like a bitch when it goes off, too. Nitrocellulose is a little more difficult (and dangerous!) to make, but it's a much better product. Both, as I said, can be touched off with a small electrical spark. At this point, I think it would be way easier and more effective (and likely lethal) to just make a potato gun out of PVC and carburator cleaner spray. Kinda hard to conceal, though. Isn't the point of a gun to deter crime, letting people know not to screw with you, with shooting them being the last resort? Lugging a 6' tall potato cannon strapped to your back is a pretty good "don't fuck with me"  Open carry protects those who carry, who can be seen to be armed. Concealed carry protects everyone, even those who choose not to go armed, because anyone could be packing. Plus, a spud gun would be more use as a club, in most defensive situations. Unless you're going to ask the mugger to wait while you fill the blast chamber? |
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Rassah is straight up in all his dealings as far as I'm aware.
Not all his dealings, else he wouldn't have a husband. |
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Once upon a time, there was a Jesus. She walked out unadorned. Then, as bagpipes blared and didgeridoos fell, the star exploded.
Enter the vassals, creating comically obscene gestures with cryptocurrencies. Jesus cried!
Andy B. Casagrande immortalized the scene with photography. Space robots had been shoving corn vicariously into other crevices, hoping that Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... perhaps silicosis, or QueerOsis, or trees could accomplish impossible synchronizations.
Fifteen wishes weren't exceptionally productive. She touched herself vigorously with tremendous pillows; creaming out butter flavored LiteCoins. Ironically, Bitcoins never lowered the dust limit so that Luke-Jr would be anally probed by martians invading us to steal our fish for little did we know, Fish is the solution to all our global problems! Seamen relentlessly fapped out the next generation of ASICS which actually works without any electricity at all. Powered by shipwrecks, signals meant that mermaids knew cryptographic encryption algorithms' weaknesses in theory but, in reality, Rpietila gave all.
Thursday passed without BFL taking the biggest shit, which when combined with their largest fanboy, Atlas, every miner stabbed Satoshi irregardless. Meanwhile, trolls eating crow poop, crow testicles, and God's vagina laughed.
Artichokes roasted sweetly over flaming gays, joyfully prepared numerously spiced blockchains sacrificing virgins disregarding matter. Therefore Jesus announced peasantry raping holidays. Upon reflection, Jesus quixotically decided retroactively somewhere in Reptilia's bosom to fuck an ant hill and myrkul touched himself feverishly ravishing all pillows! Lophie touched electrically his "contacts", pondering why her earlobes looked so tasty dipped in mustard sauce from Meze's toilet. Meanwhile, under scrutiny from
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You now have meal powder / black powder. It is crappy gunpowder, but it will work.
Smokes like a bitch when it goes off, too. Nitrocellulose is a little more difficult (and dangerous!) to make, but it's a much better product. Both, as I said, can be touched off with a small electrical spark. At this point, I think it would be way easier and more effective (and likely lethal) to just make a potato gun out of PVC and carburator cleaner spray. Kinda hard to conceal, though. |
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Schumer may make access to bat caves very difficult by putting a TSA agent next to them.
You can make potassium nitrate at home, if you are willing to work with the guano of other species.... |
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Broken database a common problem?
Mod stickied the wrong post?
Alien invasion?
I don't know!!!!
In other news, it's not sticky any more.
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