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September 14, 2012, 03:24:41 AM Last edit: September 14, 2012, 03:57:30 AM by RurrayMothbard |
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I'll try my hand:
The Triumph of Warmth
‘Tis the dead of winter, the tree-boughs stark, the basement is deep and cold and dark. O’er my bed, a cruel succubus roils; my body feels dead, but my psyche still toils.
I arise from bed and log into the internet, for I cannot quite into sleep enter, yet. I meander through sites, I scroll down pages: my artificial “joy,” for what has seemed like ages.
Just when my thoughts turn to suicidal ideation, I encounter a newsflash that’s sweeping the nation. “Mitt Romney’s tax forms have just been purloined, and they’re demanding a ransom--to be paid in Bitcoin!”
What is this so-called “Bitcoin,” I wonder? And why was it chosen as a payment method for plunder? I peruse Wikipedia, study its purpose and design... and a long-lost warm tingle flutters up my spine.
“Bitcoin, of course!” I cry out aloud! “Satoshi’s a genius; were I him, I’d feel proud!” “An anonymous currency, with no regulation!” “A perfect hobby to supplement masturbation!”
And then I learned of this thing called “mining”; in the dark cloud hanging o’er me, I saw a silver lining. I’ll order some graphics cards, pay an electricity fee, and then I shall acquire this currency, for free!
The cards arrive the next day (overnight shipping). I make a mining rig room, and then start equipping it. The temperature rises; I begin to feel feverish. But that dead winter cold? It hath now been banished!
And so out of this encrypted aether now flows a trickle of Bitcents, and my wallet slowly grows. I know not the source of these Bitcoins, nor their end; but their value keeps growing, so they I shan’t spend.
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