THE MANIFESTO
This isn't about me. This place is a sewer. I have been rugged, dumped, and I have lost everything. I am at my last friend's house, sleeping on the floor, collecting cans in the street. I have literally nothing.
But this isn't about fixing my situation. It's about building a true support network for kin and kind. A broken machine that still functions because we hold the gears together.
We are rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, bizarrely while being farmed like cattle. The system will never bend for us. We cannot beg or bargain with a machine that keeps us locked in strata by birthright.
We need to create a new paradigm. We need to take self-custody. We need to back each other up, prop each other up, and celebrate each other equally. We need to rise above the filth and work together in conference and community, or we are all fucked.
"The generation and acquisition of wealth has been democratized. What are we doing with it? Gambling on fantasy coins? What have we become?"
This is my first of many tokens. Utility tokens. Tokens that have REAL value to HUMANITY. Not just cheap wins at the casino. I will leverage everything available to build something true and pure, strong as iron, soft as a mother's embrace.
I'm not going anywhere. I'm as tough as they come. There is a storm coming to wash away the filth. I am unbreakable. Join me. I won't let you down.
In my house, everyone eats equally.
In my house, we all rise together.