Great post!

Mind you, STRC couldn’t care less about Clarity Act passing. The further the delay, the greater the moat for them. Banks are idiots for blocking the Act from passing and it will be at the expense of their demise. 🤦🏻‍♂️@AdamBLiv

He doesn’t say such things if he didn’t know.

1 million is inevitable. Well done 👏

Strategy has acquired 34,164 BTC for ~$2.54 billion at ~$74,395 per bitcoin and has achieved BTC Yield of 9.5% YTD 2026. As of 4/19/2026, we hodl 815,061 $BTC acquired for ~$61.56 billion at ~$75,527 per bitcoin. $MSTR $STRC strategy.com/press/strategy-…

Even billion dollar BTC purchases barely move the needle in terms of price movement. Just comes to show we still have plenty of supply. Eventually that will come to an end though and that’s when real “God Candles “ will finally occur. ⁦@AdamBLiv⁩ stocks.apple.com/symbol/BTC-…

Saylor is a financial engineering genius. @saylor @AdamBLiv

$1.56 billion of liquidity. One-cent market. Closed at par. $STRC

I love sharing Adam‘s post. So relevant and on point.@AdamBLiv

Crazy! In a good way!

Awesome 👏

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As of today, the 5 year performance of The Dow, S&P, and Nasdaq are all outperforming Bitcoin. 🤦🏻‍♂️🤣

Some people will NEVER get it. That’s not your problem. Move on.

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"My son brought home a classmate who smelled like cigarettes and wore the same shirt three days straight. Connor's eight. Came home Tuesday and said, "Mom, can Aiden come over? His house doesn't have internet for homework." Aiden showed up. Skinny kid, unwashed hair, shoes held together with duct tape. Flinched when I touched his shoulder. "You hungry?" I asked. He nodded. Ate four sandwiches without looking up. While the boys did homework, I noticed Aiden had no backpack. Just papers shoved in his jacket. His math worksheet had the wrong answers, but clearly he'd tried hard. Real hard. "Aiden, want me to check your work?" "My dad usually helps, but he's..... busy." The way he said 'busy' made my stomach hurt. Connor whispered to me later, "Aiden's dad is sick. Real sick. And his mom left last year." Aiden started coming over daily. Always hungry. Always grateful. Never asked for anything. One evening, he didn't leave. Just sat on our couch at 8 p.m., staring at his phone. "Aiden? Doesn't your dad wonder where you are?" "He's sleeping. He sleeps a lot now." Red flags everywhere. I drove him home. The apartment was dark, freezing cold. His dad answered the door, rail-thin, coughing. "Sorry. I work nights, sleep days. Aiden knows to manage." He was lying. No night job. Just too sick to care for his kid. I did something maybe I shouldn't have. Called CPS? No. I just started showing up. Brought dinner "by accident-made too much." Picked up Aiden for school "since we're heading that way anyway." Bought Connor new shoes and coincidentally grabbed a pair "in the wrong size, can Aiden use them?" Aiden's dad, Mike, finally broke down one Saturday. "I have stage four liver disease. No insurance. Can't work. Can't afford treatment. I'm trying to keep us afloat until...... until I can't anymore. Then he goes to foster care." "What if he didn't?" I said. My husband and I aren't rich. We're barely middle class. But we had a spare room. Mike moved in three months ago. Hospice comes twice weekly. He's in our downstairs bedroom. Aiden's upstairs in what used to be my craft room. It's not legal guardianship. It's not foster care. It's just...... what you do. Mike's got maybe six months left. He watches Aiden and Connor play video games from his bed, tears streaming down his face. "He's laughing again," he whispers. "I forgot what that sounded like." Last week, Aiden called me "Mama Lisa" by accident. Turned bright red. "Sorry, I meant" "It's okay, sweetheart," I said. Mike heard it. Squeezed my hand. "Thank you for letting me stay long enough to see him okay." I don't know what happens when Mike dies. Maybe Aiden stays. Maybe we figure out custody. Maybe it gets complicated. But right now? Two boys are doing homework at my kitchen table. One of them finally has shoes that fit. Sometimes saving someone doesn't look like a big heroic moment. Sometimes it looks like extra sandwiches. Wrong-sized shoes. A spare bedroom. Pay attention to the kid in your child's class who wears the same clothes. Who's always hungry. Who doesn't get picked up on time. You don't need to be perfect. You just need to notice. And maybe make one extra sandwich." Let this story reach more hearts.... . Ai image is for demonstration purpose only. . By Mary Nelson