It starts like one of those bad mornings, the kind where the air smells like burnt toast and bad decisions.
BTC Core, this ragtag group of developers, stumbles around in the dark alley of decentralisation, holding a flickering torch of supposed integrity.
They don’t call themselves partners, oh no—partners means liability, means responsibility. But here they are, making decisions as a unit, wielding power over Bitcoin’s bones like undertakers who forgot the name of the corpse.
Duruigbo’s piece—hell, it’s like it was written for these guys.
Inadvertent partnerships, he says.
Two words that hum a tune you can’t get out of your head. It’s about actions that speak louder than contracts, about people who walk the walk of shared control but pretend they’re just passing through.
BTC Core does this dance so well it’s almost poetry, except it’s not. It’s a mess of centralisation wrapped up in decentralisation’s clothes, a wolf sniffing around in sheep’s wool.
And the fiduciary duties?
Don’t make me laugh.
BTC Core likes to talk decentralisation, to tell the world that Bitcoin is this pure, untouchable thing. But when they hold the keys to the kingdom, who watches them?
No boardrooms, no oversight, no sense of accountability to anyone but themselves and their sponsors. They’re like gamblers at a rigged table, playing with the house’s money, telling everyone the game is fair.
Just pour another whiskey and said it outright: "They’re partners, whether they like it or not, and partnerships mean someone gets screwed." You can’t claim to run the show and then shrug when the lights go out.
BTC Core, for all their 'technical brilliance', are just men in a room pretending not to be the boss. And Bitcoin? It deserves better than this tired game.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Nov 22, 2024
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1859896319353208873?t=irz20W9SSyIy7pdNAw8Xzw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2133
BTC Core, this ragtag group of developers, stumbles around in the dark alley of decentralisation, holding a flickering torch of supposed integrity.
They don’t call themselves partners, oh no—partners means liability, means responsibility. But here they are, making decisions as a unit, wielding power over Bitcoin’s bones like undertakers who forgot the name of the corpse.
Duruigbo’s piece—hell, it’s like it was written for these guys.
Inadvertent partnerships, he says.
Two words that hum a tune you can’t get out of your head. It’s about actions that speak louder than contracts, about people who walk the walk of shared control but pretend they’re just passing through.
BTC Core does this dance so well it’s almost poetry, except it’s not. It’s a mess of centralisation wrapped up in decentralisation’s clothes, a wolf sniffing around in sheep’s wool.
And the fiduciary duties?
Don’t make me laugh.
BTC Core likes to talk decentralisation, to tell the world that Bitcoin is this pure, untouchable thing. But when they hold the keys to the kingdom, who watches them?
No boardrooms, no oversight, no sense of accountability to anyone but themselves and their sponsors. They’re like gamblers at a rigged table, playing with the house’s money, telling everyone the game is fair.
Just pour another whiskey and said it outright: "They’re partners, whether they like it or not, and partnerships mean someone gets screwed." You can’t claim to run the show and then shrug when the lights go out.
BTC Core, for all their 'technical brilliance', are just men in a room pretending not to be the boss. And Bitcoin? It deserves better than this tired game.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Nov 22, 2024
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1859896319353208873?t=irz20W9SSyIy7pdNAw8Xzw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2133
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