Fiat Club
A Case of the Someday
THE FIRST RULE
The first rule of Fiat Club is: you don’t quit your job.
The second rule of Fiat Club is: you tell everyone you’re stacking for freedom while refreshing the chart at work.
Bitcoin didn’t free you.
It gave you a holier-than-thou lottery ticket.
Same dopamine. Different gamble.
You think you’re post–Fight Club because you say HODL instead of charge it.
But you’re still chasing the same dream: rentier income, early retirement, freedom-later™.
You’re still worshipping comfort. Measuring worth by what you’ll have someday.
You misunderstood the marshmallow test.
One marshmallow. Two marshmallows. Fuck your marshmallows.
You talk about “time preference,” yet you’re still renting your hours to a system you claim is corrupt and dying.
Tyler burned his apartment.
You bought Strategy B and called it rebellion.
YOU ARE NOT YOUR STACK
You are not your seed phrase.
You are not your exit plan.
You are not the number of sats in your multi-sig.
If you were really free, you’d stop watching the price and start building value.
You’d stop waiting for Bitcoin to fix you and fix yourself.
Satoshi didn’t leave so you could cosplay as a dissident while auto-depositing your corporate paycheck.
He left to force you to confront the one question you keep avoiding:
What are you building that deserves to survive?
If the most important thing you do with your life is stack sats…
Fuck you.
Fuck your life.
And fuck the Bitcoiners who told you that was enough.
VALUE FOR VALUE
Most of you don’t want freedom.
You want your number to go up faster than the guy next to you.
But Bitcoin was never about winning.
It was about ending the game. Yet you chase a high score.
Keep it simple.
Value for value.
Proof of work.
It’s not what you hold: it’s what you create without permission.
The block reward isn’t profit.
It’s penance. Baseline. Never apex
EXIT ISN’T AN ADDRESS
Exit isn’t when your stack hits 6.15 BTC.
Exit is when your calendar belongs to you.
When your output feeds real people, not GDP go up.
Until then, you’re still mining for masters.
Still punching yourself in the basement and calling it self-improvement.
Still waiting for freedom to be delivered by magic internet money.
There is no “Number Go Up” that makes you sovereign.
Only Work Go Out.
POST-FIGHT CLUB
You play Peter Pan pretending you’ll exit the system. Someday.
But you still show up every Monday.
Clock in. Same practiced grin.
Lying to yourself that freedom is one halving away.
But it’s the next choice you’re too scared to make.
Everyone wants sovereignty.
Few will pay the invoice.
Bitcoin didn’t make you free.
It made you aware. Responsible.
STOP TRYING TO OUTSOURCE IT