COLD HARD CASH

“Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down.”

Story idea: Deep State conspires with China to hack our iPhones to drain the bitcoin wallets of the tens of thousands of newly rich libertarians. The dark elements of government then use that money to plant stories of sexual depravity against the now hacked freedom lovers in an effort to silence them.

Who are the heroes of my story?

The thing about bitcoin is — and I have almost no bitcoin, only enough to be honest when I say to you I have some bitcoin — is that it absolutely made sense for rich folks, particularly rich techies, to put a fraction of their wealth into bitcoin back in, say, 2015. But it made absolutely no sense for people who weren’t super-rich to invest in Bitcoin, probably ever, and yet here we are, with the cryptocurrency rising towards $20,000, making early investors phenomenally wealthy — assuming they can cash out, which is admittedly a shaky assumption.

Early bitcoin holders hit the lotto. Then the powerball, then the lotto again.

They are swimming in money.

You’re not.

Sure, you can rebuke yourself for not rushing in soon enough. Certainly, you can curse those who did, knowing full well they are no smarter than you, no more insightful, probably not even more daring. They got lucky, is all. Damn lucky. But they’re super-rich and you’re still struggling.

We’re all gonna die.

Soon.

Few conveyed this relentless truth better than the wonderful Johnny Cash — the only human besides Elvis, the King — to be inducted in the rock and roll and country music halls of fame. Cash was also inducted into the Gospel music hall of fame. A remarkable talent, beloved in his life. For good reason. Johnny Cash was the singer-songwriter-storyteller-poet that charmed us as the fires died down. He did this in the 1950s and 1960s, an era we can now scarcely imagine. He did this in the 1970s, when most weren’t yet alive, and he continued to pierce our soul and light our spirit as we traversed our many man-made valleys of darkness right up until his death in 2003.

One of his best, “God’s gonna cut you down,” a bleak tale told by many across the generations, Cash sang to us after his death, such was the power of his voice and the reverberations of his redemptive message. We are all prisoners of the flesh, Cash warned us, in both song and deed, and only God can save us.

“You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down.”

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