BTC. The great financial revolution. The future of money. The people's currency. A system designed to be fast, efficient, unstoppable. And what did they do? They broke it.
They turned it into a museum piece, a collector’s item, a useless, frozen husk. A thing that was supposed to be digital cash but now moves slower than a goddamn wire transfer. A thing that was meant to be used every day, for every transaction, but now costs twenty bucks to send a few dollars, if you’re lucky.
And the fools love it. They eat it up. They sit there, rocking back and forth, whispering “number go up” like some cult mantra, while the whole system grinds to a halt under its own weight. They don’t care that it’s useless. They don’t care that it’s a slow, overpriced joke that nobody in their right mind would actually use. No, no, that’s not the point anymore. The point is to hoard.
They call it decentralized, but five mining pools run the whole goddamn thing. They call it secure, but a handful of developers can change the rules whenever they feel like it. They call it a hedge against inflation, but the only thing it’s ever done is swing wildly from boom to bust like a drunken stock market on steroids. They pretend it’s digital gold, but gold, at least, you can hold.
It’s not money. It’s not a revolution. It’s a casino. A slow, bloated, broken casino where the house always wins, and the house is a handful of exchanges that freeze withdrawals whenever they damn well please. A place where every time a crash happens, they blame the new guys. The institutions. The hedge funds. The government. Anyone but themselves.
Because the truth is too ugly. The truth is it was never built to last. The truth is that BTC died the day they decided to cripple it, the day they turned it into an over-regulated, fee-ridden monstrosity. The day they chose stagnation over progress. The day they chose hodling over building.
And now, it just sits there. A corpse on a blockchain. A relic that does nothing. A joke that won’t die, because there are still too many fools willing to buy into it, too many dreamers clinging to the fantasy that one day, someday, this thing will work.
But it won’t. It never will. Because they killed it.
And they were too stupid to even notice.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Mar 20, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1902645369508614626?t=AzS6f0UAz-5jcML_Td8YAg&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2697
They turned it into a museum piece, a collector’s item, a useless, frozen husk. A thing that was supposed to be digital cash but now moves slower than a goddamn wire transfer. A thing that was meant to be used every day, for every transaction, but now costs twenty bucks to send a few dollars, if you’re lucky.
And the fools love it. They eat it up. They sit there, rocking back and forth, whispering “number go up” like some cult mantra, while the whole system grinds to a halt under its own weight. They don’t care that it’s useless. They don’t care that it’s a slow, overpriced joke that nobody in their right mind would actually use. No, no, that’s not the point anymore. The point is to hoard.
They call it decentralized, but five mining pools run the whole goddamn thing. They call it secure, but a handful of developers can change the rules whenever they feel like it. They call it a hedge against inflation, but the only thing it’s ever done is swing wildly from boom to bust like a drunken stock market on steroids. They pretend it’s digital gold, but gold, at least, you can hold.
It’s not money. It’s not a revolution. It’s a casino. A slow, bloated, broken casino where the house always wins, and the house is a handful of exchanges that freeze withdrawals whenever they damn well please. A place where every time a crash happens, they blame the new guys. The institutions. The hedge funds. The government. Anyone but themselves.
Because the truth is too ugly. The truth is it was never built to last. The truth is that BTC died the day they decided to cripple it, the day they turned it into an over-regulated, fee-ridden monstrosity. The day they chose stagnation over progress. The day they chose hodling over building.
And now, it just sits there. A corpse on a blockchain. A relic that does nothing. A joke that won’t die, because there are still too many fools willing to buy into it, too many dreamers clinging to the fantasy that one day, someday, this thing will work.
But it won’t. It never will. Because they killed it.
And they were too stupid to even notice.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Mar 20, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1902645369508614626?t=AzS6f0UAz-5jcML_Td8YAg&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2697
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