The room always feels colder when someone mentions Bitcoin’s creator. Satoshi Nakamoto isn’t a person anymore; he’s a ghost with commit access. And that’s the entire point. The protocol survives precisely because no one can drag its architect into a courtroom, or a talk show, or a van with no windows. An invisible engineer can’t be bribed, sued, doxxed, or disappeared. #Bitcoin devs today walk the same tightrope. The minute a name becomes more important than the code, the incentives twist. Suddenly you’re maintaining a global monetary network while also dodging subpoenas, conference invites, and people who think you owe them the future. Anonymity isn’t romantic. It’s armor. It keeps the work ugly, honest, and unowned. The network doesn’t need rockstars. It needs ghosts with Git histories.

Bitcoin’s recent history feels like a roadside hallucination: SegWit cracked open the witness fields, Taproot handed the crowd industrial-grade chisels, and the junk peddlers began engraving their digital graffiti across block space while Core devs muttered about neutrality and long-term safe @Luke Dashjr showed up like a lone exorcist, waving patches meant to suffocate the inscription demons on sight, only to be turned away for swinging too wildly. Then #BIP110 lurched onto the scene — a one-year shotgun blast of consensus limits meant to slap duct tape over the protocol’s leaking data pipes — while maintainers recoiled, whispering about chain splits and bad precedent. And so the carnival grinds on, junk masters stuffing bytes into every crevice, devs arguing about purity versus pragmatism, and #Bitcoin itself humming indifferently beneath the chaos, as if this was always the price of absolute permissionlessness.

That's the A tier race for ya 🤣 View quoted note →

She made her choice — if someone can’t handle the pushback their opinions provoke, maybe they shouldn’t be anywhere near pushing commits to merge in the first place. View quoted note →

GM from inside the relay fog — raw, jittery and wired to the mesh.

Hashrate is slipping off the cliff as miners fling their #bitcoin like scorching hot potatoes in a wild, self-feeding doom loop of panic and electricity-soaked desperation.

The street preachers keep shouting NGU, but they never mention the trap door beneath the choir stand. #Bitcoin isn’t a religion. It isn’t a stock. It’s only worth the trouble if you hold the keys yourself and use it like money — real property, medium of exchange, unit of account. Otherwise it just sits there as a speculative idol, glowing on your hardware wallet while the markets chew on your sanity. People brag about never selling, but then they mortgage their future to borrow against their stack, only to watch the liquidation bots strip it from their hands at a discount grotesque enough to make a loan shark blush. You thought you were a sovereign individual; turns out you were just liquidity. Self-custody is the entry ticket. Spending, earning, settling — those are the maturation rites. Until then, Bitcoin stays in the same limbo it’s in now: a number that goes up until it doesn’t, a promise whispered but never cashed in, a revolution deferred by people too afraid to treat it like the money they say it is. Use it, or keep watching others decide its fate for you.

Strike loans reaping now 🤣 Those who took out above 100k are now being made to sell their Bitcoin at 60k. That's the name of the game.

Guaranteed to not go to zero through my limit but order for 0.01c. View quoted note →

Some people will never get it; freedom is like poison to them.

They’re so desperate to smear #Bitcoin and #FreedomTech they’ll staple it to any villain’s forehead, photoshopping “evidence” like a back-alley pamphlet printer on amphetamines. When the code won’t bend and the math won’t lie, the only move left is theater: guilt-by-meme, scandal-by-screenshot, and a frantic hope you’ll confuse a viral forgery for reality.

Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it's time to pause and reflect. — Mark Twain

Gotta remain strong. May God protect the meek from the transgressors. View quoted note →

The whole episode feels like another manufactured panic, a state-shaped shadow tossed into the Bitcoin cave to see who flinches first. The same old trick: get people to outsource truth to personalities and papers instead of verification. We don’t trust idols because humans are cheap, corruptible hardware; we trust what survives hostile review: open-source code you can compile yourself, hashes you can reproduce, signatures you can validate, and math that doesn’t care who’s trending today. Strip away the noise and you’re left with open-source machinery humming in the dark, indifferent and incorruptible — if anything in this mess deserves trust, it’s that. View quoted note →

Perfect reply — too bad it’s all a con.

If you still need a gold-plated revelation that the machinery of government is piloted by deranged ghouls with dead shark eyes and moral rot leaking out their pores, then you never even found the runway, let alone the plot. You’re trying to unravel a thought with a brain that’s already been taxidermied by the cathedral of bureaucracy. And don’t expect the universe to hand you some warm, fuzzy confirmation. It’s not coming. Not for a loyal little statist pack-mule who keeps licking the boot and calling it shelter while the whole carnival of power spirals into its own septic gravity well.

Whenever I encounter posts about agents this or agents that, I inadvertently think about Agent Smith.

Some magic stuff for the plebs here to chew through.

The market’s a crime scene again — blood everywhere, weak hands fainting in the gutters. Perfect weather for stacking #Bitcoin and #Monero. While the timid run from the smoke, the freedom tech maxis shovel up the good stuff in the chaos. Fear is their problem; accumulation is ours.