BTC doesn’t have the magic trick anymore. The days of wild, thousand-fold jumps are long gone, and even the dream of a tenfold increase now feels laughable. When it was hovering at $50 or $100, the potential for those massive leaps was there — as we’ve all seen. But to sit there and argue that it will capture $100 million per coin or somehow gobble up 99% of the world’s GDP? That’s not optimism; that’s outright delusion.
BSV isn’t going anywhere. It won’t be forced aside. The upside is real, tangible, and grounded in what Bitcoin was always meant to be. BTC, though? It’s painted itself into a corner. The halving cycle is a noose tightening around its neck. With every halving, it moves further from what Bitcoin was meant to be. The illusion of scarcity gives way to the reality of inflation — doubling, tripling, fragmenting into a system that strays ever further from the 21 million cap, chasing shadows into billions.
And the shift is already in motion. As the halving strips miners of incentives, the narrative will bend and buckle. Proof of work will be cast aside, replaced by the hollow promises of proof of stake, or more aptly, proof of estate. BlackRock and the ESG puppeteers will step in, selling control under the guise of sustainability, a Trojan horse hiding carbon quotas and centralised authority.
Five years from now, ten, maybe fifteen — the picture will be painfully clear. Everything BTC claimed to be, everything it built its empire on, will have eroded into a parody of itself. And the voices that promised freedom, decentralisation, and revolution will be the same ones ushering in the exact opposite.
Meanwhile, BSV will continue, not as a relic but as the only system that scales, that works, that remains true to the vision. The world will see it, eventually. They’ll have to. Because truth has a way of outlasting every lie.
What do you do? That’s the real question, isn’t it? You stand there, pointing fingers, mouthing rules, spilling your idea of how the world should turn. But what do you do? Not what you say, not what you preach, not what you demand of others. What. Do. You. Do?
You talk about action, but your hands are clean. You talk about struggle, but your boots have never touched the mud. You want to tell me how to act, how to be, how to breathe? Show me something. Show me your work. Show me your scars. Show me the fire you built in the cold, not the one you watched from behind glass.
You ask me how I should act, but I don’t see you acting. I see a shadow, mouthing words, waiting for someone else to move. So tell me again: What do you do? Because if the answer is nothing, I’ve got nothing for you.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Doc 19, 2024
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1869574614818685436?t=_UMqGs1jLZ6p4JGLDkWIzQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2581
BSV isn’t going anywhere. It won’t be forced aside. The upside is real, tangible, and grounded in what Bitcoin was always meant to be. BTC, though? It’s painted itself into a corner. The halving cycle is a noose tightening around its neck. With every halving, it moves further from what Bitcoin was meant to be. The illusion of scarcity gives way to the reality of inflation — doubling, tripling, fragmenting into a system that strays ever further from the 21 million cap, chasing shadows into billions.
And the shift is already in motion. As the halving strips miners of incentives, the narrative will bend and buckle. Proof of work will be cast aside, replaced by the hollow promises of proof of stake, or more aptly, proof of estate. BlackRock and the ESG puppeteers will step in, selling control under the guise of sustainability, a Trojan horse hiding carbon quotas and centralised authority.
Five years from now, ten, maybe fifteen — the picture will be painfully clear. Everything BTC claimed to be, everything it built its empire on, will have eroded into a parody of itself. And the voices that promised freedom, decentralisation, and revolution will be the same ones ushering in the exact opposite.
Meanwhile, BSV will continue, not as a relic but as the only system that scales, that works, that remains true to the vision. The world will see it, eventually. They’ll have to. Because truth has a way of outlasting every lie.
What do you do? That’s the real question, isn’t it? You stand there, pointing fingers, mouthing rules, spilling your idea of how the world should turn. But what do you do? Not what you say, not what you preach, not what you demand of others. What. Do. You. Do?
You talk about action, but your hands are clean. You talk about struggle, but your boots have never touched the mud. You want to tell me how to act, how to be, how to breathe? Show me something. Show me your work. Show me your scars. Show me the fire you built in the cold, not the one you watched from behind glass.
You ask me how I should act, but I don’t see you acting. I see a shadow, mouthing words, waiting for someone else to move. So tell me again: What do you do? Because if the answer is nothing, I’ve got nothing for you.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Doc 19, 2024
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1869574614818685436?t=_UMqGs1jLZ6p4JGLDkWIzQ&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2581
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