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[Sage ScotchHorse @ScotchHorse]

He is correct, it will be the whitepaper implementation of Bitcoin, the one that he sued Satoshi over during the COPA case in an attempt to steal his intellectual property and patents. BSV is the Bitcoin he wants, and no matter how many times he wear that shit, Satoshi is not giving some communist control of his protocol. BTC serves and proof that communism kills centrally controlled forks like BTC.

[Ketones Not Glucose @GlucoseNot]

CSW is that HYPERCAR we forgot about.
Broke the sound barrier back in ‘09, then went full city cruiser for years...
But this June 2026?
He’s taking it back to the track.
Past Mach 1.
Straight to lightspeed.
The roar is coming.
Buckle up.
#CSW #Bitcoin #Satoshi @CsTominaga

[S Tominaga (Aka Dr Craig Wright) @CsTominaga]

@bradmillscan You mean BTC

Not bitcoin.

[Learn_#BSV @BsvLearn]

@jluiscava

[S Tominaga (Aka Dr Craig Wright) @CsTominaga]

@BitcoinMagazine Not BTC

[Beymo App @beymo_app]

@andyrowe You can do it P2P in https://t.co/4btUHqOvPw 🐉

[Truth_Machine @cryptorebel_SV]

@wangxuelong007 It actually is the original Bitcoin.

[Nakatoshi @1xNakatoshi]

#Craigify

[S Tominaga (Aka Dr Craig Wright) @CsTominaga]

@aubreystrobel In time... btc...

[S Tominaga (Aka Dr Craig Wright) @CsTominaga]

“今天买BTC，未来的你会感谢今天的自己。”

当然会。

就像一个人灌下两瓶廉价威士忌，醉得不省人事，第二天在散发着烟味和绝望气息的汽车旅馆醒来一样。

他原本以为自己昨晚抱着的是梦想。

结果睁开眼一看，床上躺着几个六十多岁、满脸皱纹的变装老妓女，正在争最后一根烟。

这大概就是BTC的完整商业模式。

宣传卖的是幻想。

交付的是现实。

从来没人说：

“买BTC吧，未来十年你将不断修改定义，解释为什么电子现金变成了ETF，为什么去中介变成了托管机构，为什么反银行变成了依赖银行。”

不。

他们只会说：

“未来的你会感谢你。”

当然。

就像赌徒感谢赌场。

就像傻瓜感谢骗子。

就像醉汉感谢凌晨两点还给他继续倒酒的酒保。

BTC最有趣的地方在于，它每一年都变得越来越不像当初承诺的东西，却越来越像它声称要取代的东西。

而信徒们每年都会鼓掌得更响。

到了今天，最大的奇迹已经不是价格。

而是有些人醒来以后，发现躺在身边的东西和当初宣传册上的照片完全不是一个物种，却依然坚持说：

“昨晚真是太美好了。”

[Truth_Machine @cryptorebel_SV]

@MoreBigFish @MotherDragonBSV Nevermind I was wrong, I thought it was $150 per year, but its actually $76 per year because its a .io domain renewal. I received about $300 in donations. If you want to help out you can contribute to one of my Bitcoin addresses here:

https://t.co/HQ0f8RQB92

[S Tominaga (Aka Dr Craig Wright) @CsTominaga]

@RealCoinGeek Dump coming.

[S Tominaga (Aka Dr Craig Wright) @CsTominaga]

I am pleased to announce that, despite repeated assurances that I already possess more degrees than common sense, I have been accepted for yet another PhD.

This year I will begin doctoral research at Birkbeck, University of London, focusing on the history of money, institutions, accounting systems, and administrative record-keeping.

Some people collect sports cars.

Others collect watches.

I appear to collect dissertations.

What particularly interests me is the evolution of the mechanisms by which societies learned to record obligations, identity, ownership, exchange, and accountability across time. This includes the study of livery records, financial administration, institutional bookkeeping, and the often-overlooked documentary infrastructure that made complex economic systems possible.

Much of modern debate about money begins in the wrong century. People argue endlessly about currencies, banking, and finance while paying remarkably little attention to the ledgers, registries, audits, censuses, rolls, and records that allowed large-scale institutions to function in the first place.

The history of money is, in many respects, the history of information.

Before one can tax, one must count.

Before one can borrow, one must account.

Before one can govern, one must record.

The romantic imagines history is shaped by kings, revolutions, and battles.

The accountant knows it is shaped by whoever kept the books.

So naturally, I have decided to spend the next several years buried in centuries-old records proving that the people with ink, ledgers, and filing systems were often more important than the people with crowns.

[Economía De Barrio @BarrioEconomia]

🧵👇Internet está a punto de cambiar para siempre: El Dr. Craig Wright (@CsTominaga), el que muchos pensamos que es el creador de #Bitcoin (Satoshi Nakamoto), acaba de anunciar que ha creado un sistema para poseer la verdadera propiedad digital. Durante décadas, la seguridad de la información se ha basado en una idea simple: todo se puede copiar, pero ahora surge una propuesta completamente distinta: que un archivo digital deje de ser una simple copia y pase a convertirse en un activo criptográfico con dueño, historial y reglas de transferencia propias. Por primera vez en la historia, los bienes digitales podrían transferirse con exclusión real. Craig regalará el código, abierto, gratuito y seguro, que será, sin duda, revolucionario. Un cambio que podría redefinir lo que entendemos por propiedad en Internet. Y todo dentro de la red más escalable y segura del mundo: #Bitcoin #BSV DENTRO HILO 🧵👇

[Learn_#BSV @BsvLearn]

@APompliano

[Drewe Bantick @BantickDrewe]

@Bitcrash4 @CsTominaga Oh yes, please do Max Keiser & Stacey Herbert! 🤣

[Bitcrash @Bitcrash4]

@CsTominaga What about Max Keiser?

[S Tominaga (Aka Dr Craig Wright) @CsTominaga]

Michael Saylor: CEO of Kool-Aid & King of the Corporate Cult
Prophet of Thermodynamic Delusion, Martyr of the Shareholder Ledger, High Priest of the Hopium Eucharist

Michael Saylor didn’t just buy Bitcoin. He made it his god, his brand, and his exit strategy—all in one hit. One day, he’s the sleepwalking CEO of a dying analytics firm. The next, he’s Moses on Adderall, descending from Mount CoinDesk with two stone tablets engraved with HODL memes and a $4 billion leverage position. He didn’t “get into” Bitcoin. He inhaled it through both nostrils, rubbed it on his gums, mainlined it into his portfolio, and started speaking in tongues about monetary entropy and solar flares. If CNBC had any decency, they’d list MicroStrategy’s ticker under cults, not tech.

This is a man who mortgaged his company, diluted his shareholders, and sold junk bonds to buy an asset he barely understood but described like a stoned freshman in a physics lecture. “Bitcoin is energy… truth… time… fire… the solution to thermodynamic decay.” Somewhere in that word salad is a quarterly loss the size of a small nation’s GDP. But don’t worry—he’ll tell you it’s just “volatility within the upward spiral of monetary transcendence.” No one’s allowed to say it, so I will: Michael Saylor sounds like a TimeCube forum moderator who discovered PowerPoint.

He turned a public company into a leveraged Bitcoin ETF without regulatory approval and called it strategy. No risk management, no hedging, just pure uncut conviction wrapped in a technocratic death spiral. He didn’t DCA. He YOLO’d with shareholder equity and the confidence of a man who thinks gravity is optional if you believe hard enough. When the price went up, he was a genius. When it crashed? Still a genius—just temporarily misunderstood by the universe. It’s not a loss, it’s a “long-term adoption curve.” Right. And my pub tab is an investment in the future of hops.

Let’s talk about his sermons. Watching a Saylor keynote is like entering a doomsday prepper’s TED Talk. He mixes metaphysics with markets, quotes Genghis Khan and Thermo Fisher in the same breath, and finishes with a dead stare like he just heard God whisper “sats” in his ear. You’ll hear things like “Bitcoin is a swarm of cyber hornets” and “digital property in cyberspace carved into blocks of thermodynamic integrity.” Translation: he’s lost the plot and we’re all supposed to clap. It’s the kind of presentation that makes you wish overhead projectors still caught fire.

And the followers—oh, the followers. They call him visionary. Visionary? He’s a Maximalist Elmer Gantry with a calculator and a martyr complex. He thinks every company should convert its cash reserves into Bitcoin and hold through hell. Tell that to CFOs who like not being sued. The man would sell his spine to buy another sat if he thought it might make a headline. And every time Bitcoin drops, he doubles down like a bloke who walked into a casino, bet the house, lost, and claimed it was all part of his macro thesis.

His real genius is simple: he saw a cult and crowned himself messiah. He didn’t build Bitcoin. He bought it—on margin, at the top, with a grin. He took shareholder capital, loaded it into a cannon, and fired it at the moon while shouting "laser eyes!" Then he called it legacy. Bitcoin didn’t need Saylor. But he needed it—needed something to wrap around the rotting husk of MicroStrategy and make it look like destiny, not desperation. And people bought it. At least for a while.

He didn’t lead a revolution. He converted a balance sheet into a suicide note and read it aloud at every conference.

#SaylorTheSacrificial #ThermodynamicTrainwreck #HopiumMessiah #KoolAidCFO #BTCClownVerse #MicroStragedy

[S Tominaga (Aka Dr Craig Wright) @CsTominaga]

BTC is starting to remind me of an old trans hooker I once saw outside a bar at 3 a.m.

From a distance, under the right lighting, after enough drinks, everything looked exactly as advertised.

The closer you got, the more expensive it became and the less it resembled what was written on the label.

The true believers hate that comparison because it cuts too close to the bone.

BTC was supposed to be electronic cash.

Now it's a "store of value."

It was supposed to replace banks.

Now it needs ETFs, custodians, brokers, regulators, corporate treasuries, debt financing, and an army of financial middlemen to keep the circus running.

Every year the sales pitch changes.

Every year the faithful applaud.

A normal person would notice something.

A BTC fanatic calls it evolution.

That's because a cult member can watch the magician pull the rabbit out of a different hat every year and still swear it's the same trick.

And then there is the price.

The only thing more predictable than BTC going down is the excuse factory that starts operating afterward.

"It was manipulation."

"It was the Fed."

"It was leverage."

"It was whales."

"It was market makers."

Anything except the obvious possibility that maybe, just maybe, a speculative asset built on perpetual recruitment occasionally behaves exactly like a speculative asset built on perpetual recruitment.

The funniest part is watching grown men with laser eyes and motivational quotes in their profiles explain why every collapse is actually bullish.

A drunk at a race track has more intellectual dignity.

At least he knows he's gambling.

The BTC crowd wants you to believe they're participating in a monetary revolution while spending eighteen hours a day staring at a number and praying it goes up.

The old hooker at least had the decency to be honest about the transaction.