The coolest thing about a Bitcoin maximalist is that they don’t seek to control the world. At most, they want to fix it, not save it, because they see it as broken, not dying. Even their worst behavior is usually just trolling, which, while abrasive, is at least transparent. You always know where you stand with a maxi, and that honesty is rare.

Bitcoin acts as a mirror: its critics often reveal more about themselves than about the network. Those in power who routinely bend the rules hate Bitcoin precisely because it removes their monopoly on privilege. When nobody is above the rules, it threatens the systems they benefit from. To hate a network where no one holds special privileges is to believe you deserve them yourself. There’s a difference between quality and privilege, and many people confuse the two.

Buying Bitcoin, holding your own keys, and running a node is the closest thing to becoming your own bank, your own state, and your own representative. It’s like building a miniature, digital Fort Knox. As a Bitcoiner, it’s your duty to meme, not maliciously, but with purpose, especially when the old world clutches its pearls in horror at the idea of class structures collapsing under the weight of true decentralization. This isn’t just a wealth transfer; it’s a values transfer.

Bitcoiners are people, not archetypes. No one is the perfect Bitcoiner or the perfect person. Any harsh judgment, whether from friend or foe, is often just projection.