Gm, my girlfriend made me chocolate pancakes with banana for breakfast 🥞

Now let me tell you about the nightmare I had last night:

Bitcoiners were much worse than midwits.

They would pose as Austrian economists after reading only The Bitcoin Standard.

They would pretend to be cypherpunks, but play all sorts of mental gymnastics to argue against privacy.

They would wear “don’t trust, verify” t-shirts, but judge BIPs according to the author’s reputation.

Their favorite podcast was hosted by a permanoob who refuses to learn and makes it okay to never bother to understand how any of this works.

Their moral compass could only get changed if a certain person, company, event, or phenomenon pumped the price. If it’s “bullish”, it gets a free pass.

All they had was virtue signaling. Any kind of experimentation on testnet was an attack on Bitcoin. Any kind of experimentation on other blockchains was a shitcoin, regardless of technological merits.

The mere mention of the word “cryptocurrency” triggered an army of defenders who would police your speech just like blue-haired libs mentioning their preferred pronouns.

Man, what a shitty dystopian world I saw in this dream of mine! So glad I woke up to a feed consisting of thoughtful and well-balanced freedom-loving takes!