I've had the #ColdCard Hack #Bitcoin / #BTC wallet just chilling in a tab so that if any new flows started, I'd get an audio notification. 🤷‍♂️ People have been dusting it to ask for their funds back, others are trying to grift airdrops, yet another person tried a prompt injection... 🤦‍♂️ ...but the latest one? Criminals offering washing services in OP_RETURN. 🫠 I'm so tired, boss. 🤙

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AIN'T NO MOTHERFUCKING WAY THE #AI CLAPPED #BITKEY TOO, BRO. 🫪 Are these #Bitcoin / #BTC hardware wallet companies just not using leading models to penetration test their own shit & push updates/warnings? 😭 Nigga, what in the entire fuck are we even doing here in this industry? 🫠 SCAN YOUR FUCKING SHIT. 🤙 View quoted note → image
Zero mixing or any real OPSEC happened during this attack. 🤷‍♂️ It was a simple wallet sweep by someone who clearly doesn't understand the #Bitcoin feature set; anyone even mildly aware would've swept the #BTC straight from the cold wallets into CoinJoins instead of consolidating everything. 💁‍♂️ Word is they're already doxxed tho. 🤙
This OP_RETURN really resonates) ( “Wealth is supposed to widen a life. This narrows one. Real wealth can be displayed, invested, inherited, explained, enjoyed and converted into time; yours must be filtered through caution until every pleasure carries calculation and every convenience leaves an aftertaste of risk. A fortune that cannot survive daylight is not a fortune. It is a locked room with numbers painted on the walls. You can move those numbers, divide them, conceal them, watch them rise and tell yourself that this is power, but power does not require its owner to rehearse explanations, ration trust and measure every human connection by the damage it could cause. The greater the value becomes, the smaller your permitted world becomes around it. That is the exchange you made. You traded freedom for custody. There may never be a dramatic ending. That is the part you failed to understand. No final adversary is required, no perfect revelation, no moment in which the entire world turns toward you and confirms that what you did mattered as much as you imagined. Your life may simply contract by degrees: fewer safe choices, fewer honest relationships, fewer places where you can stand without performing, until the person who believed he had escaped every boundary discovers that he has spent years walking the same invisible perimeter. Nobody needs your remorse. Nobody needs your fear. The coldest outcome is that you are never granted the grandeur of being hunted, never elevated into a legend, never given an enemy worthy of the identity you built around the act; you simply become a caretaker for something you cannot openly own, guarding it until age removes the uses you thought it would buy. The theft was not the beginning of your freedom. It was the last free decision you made.”