What is happening to the internet? 😊

Guys here is my new thesis: The toilet roll standard! 😊

I Bought $250,000 Worth of Toilet Rolls.

No, that’s not a typo. That’s 5 million rolls.

55,000 pounds of soft, plush paper stacked in boxes from a local warehouse — an asset nobody can flush away easily.

Most people would call it insane.
But let me explain the thesis.

Each standard toilet roll weighs about 0.011 pounds (5 grams) and costs around $0.05 at bulk rates.

That means every $1 million in face value equals roughly 100,000 pounds of paper.

At current commodity prices, the raw material value of a toilet roll (wood pulp, processing, etc.) sits around $0.04–$0.045, depending on market fluctuations — or roughly 80–90% of retail cost. That means manufacturers barely break even on each roll produced. They’ve tried to cut quality or size for years, but consumer pushback keeps standards intact for now.

So what happens when they finally shrink the rolls or skimp on quality?
The old “full-size” rolls become the last batch of high-quality, pre-debased toilet paper. When that happens, they’ll vanish from shelves overnight — just like premium goods did during past supply crunches. Those who hoarded them saw massive returns in utility and resale value during shortages.

My $250,000 position, therefore, isn’t a “trade”. It’s an asymmetrical bet that manufacturers will eventually cut corners further, that paper pulp scarcity and inflation will erode the dollar, and that a stash of toilet rolls will one day be worth more in a crisis than their sticker price.

Worst case? I still have $250,000 worth of usable toilet rolls, good for years of practical value.

Best case? Demand spikes during a shortage, or they become a quirky collectible — making the existing supply finite and far more valuable to preppers and contrarians alike.

It’s not crypto, it’s not stocks, it’s not gold, it’s not even nickels.

It’s 5 million tiny claims on a daily necessity the market accidentally undervalues.

That’s deep value.

That’s the Toilet Roll Standard.

So I had this funny dream last night. It was quite a vivid dream and funny enough, in that dream, I retained my pseudonym ‘’Ragnar’’. I found myself standing in a dusty marketplace, probably around 3000 BC (as the major mode of transportation were donkeys and things were written on clay tablets). It was like a bustling Sumerian city. It was a usual trade day as merchants haggled over their trades. In that dream, I was going round the market with a small gleaming nugget of gold. The I met a crowd. “People of this land! “Behold this metal, pulled from the river’s. This is gold, and it will become the money of the future!” The crowd paused, then erupted in laughter. A wise merchant with a braided beard, jeered, “Money? That shiny rock? We trade with barley and goats, fool! They feed us, they clothe us. Your ‘gold’ is useless!, can we eat metal?” I pressed on, undeterred. “This gold is rare, durable, and cannot be forged or spoiled. It will hold its value across generations, unlike your barley that rots or goats that die.” A woman with a clay tablet under her arm scoffed. “Barley has fed our people for centuries. Our grandfathers traded it, our children will trade it. It has history, trust. Your yellow pebble has none! What fool would accept it?” The crowd roared with mirth, a child pelting me with a clod of dirt. “Go trade your shiny stone with the river spirits!” the boy shouted. I tried again with a louder voice. “Gold can be shaped, divided, carried across lands. It will unite tribes, kingdoms, even empires! You’ll see—thousands of years from now, it will be prized above all!” An elder, leaning on a staff, shook his head. “Empires? Ha! Our city’s ways are proven. We record debts on tablets, sealed with the king’s mark. Your gold has no story, no seal. It’s just a toy for children to play with.” The laughter grew deafening, and I felt the weight of their skepticism. I tried to explain scarcity, portability, but the words felt hollow against their rooted traditions. A potter waved me off, saying, “Come back when your gold buys bread, dreamer!” The crowd dispersed, returning to their trades, leaving me alone with my nugget glinting in the sun. As the dream faded, I woke up, chuckling softly in my bed. The irony stung like a fresh wound. I thought of the goldbugs of today preaching gold’s 5,000-year legacy while dismissing bitcoin’s potential. In this dream, I was the outcast, the visionary mocked for a truth no one could yet see. I thought that maybe, bitcoin’s day was still coming—just as gold’s had, long ago. I rolled over, smiling and trying to get back to sleep, but my mind was too busy, racing. “History’s a funny thing,” I whispered under my breath. Suddenly, my wife woke up and asked why I was talking about history in the dead of the night. ‘’Babe, you will not understand. Please go back to sleep and ignore me’’. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Story modified with Grok AI. 😊

If money is that commodity which is held because of future uncertainty, then it makes sense that the greatest money would be the one that is least uncertain.

That is obviously bitcoin by all metrics.

The reason most people ignore it today is because they expect it to already have full adoption and extreme market cap, like gold.

That does not make sense for a money that must go through all the natural steps of adoption.

WE ARE TRULY SO EARLY. 😊

If you are not invited to a party, even if you jump the fence and land in the pool, you will still be accused of raising dust.

Enjoy the pump, nostr plebs. 🤙🏾😊

What work?

Bitcoin! 😊

1 GBP will equal 1 USD very soon.

If you don’t know this, maybe you are not paying attention. 😊

Taxation is essentially theft, so participating in politics is just joining a popularity contest every 4 years to choose who gets to distribute stolen property. Voting doesn’t make you morally superior. 😊