Bitcoin, iDrugs and Anarchy

Imagine a world where you could buy and sell drugs without fear of being caught or prosecuted with full product descriptions, pictures and up to date user reviews. A world where you could exchange currency with total anonymity and have your illicit purchase delivered right to your doorstep. No hassle, no worries.

Well, you don’t have to imagine because this is the world we are living in today. Anyone who loves drugs or the internet will know of an underground anonymous market place called Silk Road. If you have access to the Internet you can hook up to this black-market that trades using a virtual and untraceable digital currency called Bitcoin. Anyone can trade common currency such as USD or Euros for Bitcoins online. You can then use Bitcoins to purchase every colour of the rainbow, if that’s what your heart/nose desires and have it delivered via the post. You know that lovely old postman who hands you your mail instead of putting it in your letterbox, says something like “Morning, hot out isn’t it?”, nods in your  general direction and then scoots off? He is poised to become the biggest drug mule in town. IMG_0448The aim of this piece is not to encourage or discourage illegal drug consumption. There are already enough people yelling and screaming about how this is the worst thing since rap music. There is also a lot of talk of guns, bombs and even Eminem CDs being traded on this black market, which can be a very scary thought for those who still remember what a CD is. There is, however, something far scarier than pop/drug culture that could destroy us all.

Firstly, it’s not the drugs. The War on Drugs is almost over. The Drugs won. The Internet has made it possible to trade drugs without fear of being caught. We are living in the future or as a few of us like to call it, the present.

Secondly, guns are bad but it’s not what could destroy us. There are any number of terrible and destructive things to human life that have the potential to be traded on markets such as this, but we should look on the bright side. At least the U.S. the gun control laws will be much improved. There will be mandatory waiting periods of 3-5 working days.

It’s not the drugs, it’s not the guns, it could be the rap music, but it is far more likely it will be the success and popularity of an anonymous digital currency such as Bitcoin, together with a black-market like Silk Road that will ruin everything. It is not the trading of illicit products, but rather the trading of licit products that threaten our financial system and therefore way of life.

A currency like Bitcoin is untraceable. That not only means that the DEA won’t be able to find you but it also means that the tax department is going to have a very hard time trying to assess your taxable income. If a digital currency like Bitcoin became mainstream incomes would be untraceable. If a scenario like this occurred then our whole system of government would totally shut down. With no way to trace or track any transaction there would be no money coming into the government and no control of the economy. It could not regulate the economy with fiscal policy, nor could it pay for schools, roads or the salaries of public officials. The fundamental existence of our modern liberal government and indeed our democracy would collapse. We would descend into anarchy!

A lot of people will be thinking at this point, “Yeah, but I’m not going to use Butt-coins. I’m not a nerd. You’re a nerd. Fuck you, nerd.” or “Yeah, but I’m not going to use Bitcoins, except for like, drugs…man.”

You might think differently if this currency was accepted everywhere, easy to use and had a business where you could accept this currency with tiny fees and virtually no tax liability. Why wouldn’t you use it? This is one of the reasons Bitcoin has exploded with over 2 billion U.S. dollars worth of Bitcoin currently stored in virtual wallets all over the world. It is possible we are sitting on the verge of an economic revolution that could turn our whole world upside down.

Our situation is, of course, not as precarious as the scenario above depicts. There are limitations to Bitcoin that make a meltdown implausible. The way it has been set up makes it inviable on a world-wide scale and in the long-term. There are ways of restricting and limiting the use of Bitcoin and it is currently very unstable with the value fluctuating dramatically on a day-to-day basis. The constraints of Bitcoin means it probably won’t grow popular enough to threaten our existence. However, Bitcoin is not the only digital currency out there.

It is lucky that Bitcoin had limitations built into the design but what if it didn’t? What if it was flawless? What if it was so perfectly designed that we couldn’t stop it even if we wanted to? Is there already a digital currency out there that could threaten our existence? The answer is, we hope not.

Bitcoin may not take over the world and destroy us all but it might help raise awareness of the fact that our own technological advances could one day lead to our destruction. We need to start thinking about what the future holds and how we are going to adapt and use technology so we can live better lives without fear of our own brilliance destroying us all.

How can you help save us from an apocalypse and make the world a better place? Get involved. Watch this, Instagram your dinner or leave an abusive comment below.

The world is changing at a staggering rate because of innovation and technology. So, maybe we’ll figure out a way to make digital currencies a thing of the past, but what comes after that? A less cool version of The Terminator?

Lets just hope the future of humanity isn’t left in Arnold Schwarzenegger’s gigantic hands. IMG_0455

Fully Exposed

StripDesigner_Strip “You look like a new man,” my grandmother observed. “You’ve really turned yourself around.” Although I did feel like a new man, it was quite possible she was referring to my recent haircut and the fact that I had just turned around. Despite my grandmother’s meaning her words rang surprisingly true. I thought back to the previous year and realised that my entire life had changed.

I am currently studying part-time university, regularly socialising with friends, going to the gym and most importantly brushing my teeth everyday. These things sound like part of a pretty normal and definitely boring lifestyle for a twenty-three year old. Most people take these things for granted. I am not one of those people. These are all things I was unable to do a year ago.

A year ago I was 30kg overweight. I had sabotaged or alienated most of my relationships, including a loving girlfriend. I had not studied in four years, worked in two years and had not been a pleasant person in a lot longer than that. I had much bigger concerns. I was going to conquer the world. I didn’t know how but I was convinced I was meant for great things. I was, however, struggling with everyday tasks such as brushing my teeth. I thought that if I could just maintain my dental hygiene then taking the world by storm would be a piece of cake. I was incredibly confident. I felt that I was smarter, faster and more capable than everyone else. I just needed to deal with a few obstacles getting in my way. The obstacle I was running into most frequently was that I couldn’t get out of bed. I tried every morning. More often than not I failed. I would go to bed every night with newfound determination only to realise in the morning it was impossible.


Everyone has experienced the overwhelming desire to stay in bed. It’s normal to feel like that sometimes. What wasn’t normal for me was its extreme nature. The thought of doing or dealing with anything in life no matter how small or trivial was overwhelming. A heaviness that was all encompassing would take away all pleasure from life. The simplest tasks became insurmountable. In the deep dark shadows of this depression, suicide seemed like a logical and preferable alternative to attempting even the smallest of endeavours. This was the nature of my depression. I did not want to brush my teeth, go outside, socialise or even conquer the world. I wanted to stay in bed. I would change the world tomorrow.

I would have some good days, even good weeks. I would come up with elaborate plans to become an Alaskan fisherman or be Jack Kerouac. I wanted to create a festival. I wanted to paddle from one side of Portugal to the other in an inflatable canoe I bought on eBay.

One afternoon I was drinking a cold beer in the sun when one of these extravagant ideas hit me. I had spent the last few weeks feeling pretty dreadful, but today I felt pretty good. Fantastic even. I immediately accredited this feeling to the beer I was holding. I started to wonder how I could make beer a permanent fixture in my life to sustain this level of happiness. I thought about buying a cheap homebrew kit but almost immediately scratched that idea. It wasn’t big enough. It wasn’t crazy enough. I wanted to do something that would revolutionise beer. I needed to start a brewery. I decided to invest heavily in my idea. I wanted to be up and running in two weeks, make my fortune in three months and, most importantly, make my dent on the world as soon as possible. I ran around for two weeks spending money like crazy and making unrealistic and unachievable goals. I was exercising rigorously, hardly sleeping, driving my friends crazy with my enthusiasm and drinking like a madman. I was doing twenty-seven different things at once all the while thinking about the next twenty-seven things I wanted to do. This was the nature of my mania. After two weeks of racing thoughts and $2000 in brewing equipment I crashed. I crashed hard. I went back to bed and I never brewed a drinkable beer.

Although I did manage to successfully complete some of my plans, they were almost always followed by a sudden and debilitating crash. One afternoon, after I’d had a week of high spirits and racing thoughts, my mother brought home some fish n’ chips. When I saw she had brought me a Diet Coke instead of a Diet Vanilla Coke I lost it. Something snapped inside me and I was immediately plunged into another period of misery. My mother’s tragic inability to differentiate between diet soda brands was not the cause, but merely the trigger of a sudden mood swing. For every good day, I experienced ten bad days.


Some people will know, others would have guessed and everyone else would probably not be surprised to learn that I am crazy. I am bipolar. I have been my whole life. I will be the rest of my life. My illness, for better or worse, is a part of who I am. The recent acceptance of my diagnosis has been key to my recovery along with the conscious and constant management of my moods. Because of this, in the last eight months I have taken control of my illness, and therefore my life for the first time.

I started small. I got out of bed. I brushed my teeth. On occasion I went totally crazy and even ate breakfast. I couldn’t believe it. These seemingly tiny achievements made me feel that I was starting to live a productive and fulfilling life. It was only a few months ago that achieving my goals was nothing more than a dream. By setting these small and realistic goals, I was quickly able to build up momentum. Before too long I started going to the gym, signed up for part-time university and started socialising. My whole life, in the course of only a few months, had been completely flipped on its head. I felt that I was finally starting to move forward, one baby step at a time.

I no longer aim to change the world, even though I have been brushing my teeth every day for eight months. In these months I have managed to complete my first two units at university with distinctions. I have lost 27kg. I managed to mend many of my broken relationships and my dentist tells me my teeth are in great shape. I am about to move out of my parents luxury bungalow (otherwise known as the shed), to move in with friends and start full-time university. Only a few months earlier I had struggled to leave my bed. I am now ready to take on the world in a way I never have imagined possible a year ago. I am now moving forward one adult step at a time.

I am not cured. I still have my ups and downs. I am still bipolar. However, after struggling with this illness my entire life, I can now proudly state that I am in remission. I am confident for the first time that my happiness is consistent, stable and not part of a hypomanic episode that balances precariously on the edge of depression. I am now able to effectively manage my illness, but there may come a day when I am unable to. I hope that day never comes and until then I am going to get on with my life. I do not take for granted the little things I am able to achieve everyday. I now smile every time I brush my teeth. This is partially to facilitate more effective brushing, but can also be accredited to my newfound happiness.

This article is dedicated to my family and friends who supported and stuck by me all these years. I hope they realise that without them I would not be alive today.

I hope this story will help raise awareness of mental illness and will give a little insight into my brain.

Those who would like to know more about Type II Bipolar disorder or would like a dedicated Wikipedia page listing my personality traits can read about it here.

Myki vs Democracy

art-Myki-620x349It has been revealed that Myki are selling super secret personal information such as what train station people use, to the highest bidder. This is an outrageous crime committed on humankind by the [Communist] Public Transport Department of Victoria.

Imagine living in a world where any police officer could simply look up what train station you use on a regular basis. What if this information could be traded for street drugs, rap music or death? It could then be used to blackmail public officials with the threat of ‘public transport humiliation.’ What if someone associated with big business and terrorists could find out whether or not you use the closest train station to your residency? Well, if this scenario is too far fetched to imagine, luckily you don’t have to because it is the world we live in today.

We must band together and fight for our freedom before this weapon is used against the people, against liberty and against Australia to erode our personal privacy until there is nothing left but a barren wasteland of injustice.