@kurtwuckertjr@Keir_Starmer Yep, that’s the one. I mean, HOW DARE you imply that our great & glorious leader is ANYthing BUT the magnanimous, benevolent titan that he is - May he rule for a thousands years and his camels bear countless offspring! Amen.
@ScottAdamsSays@ScottAdamsSays You helped me so much when I lost my 9yr old son to cancer. Thank you. God bless you.
Please Jesus,… reveal yourself to Scott.
I’m SO hoping to see you again one day - so I can thank you face to face,
Richard
BREAKING NEWS.
@thecoastguy drops a interview one hour ago with @CsTominaga!
The truth is finally being given the light it deserves. Not watched it yet so I'm going to watch it now.
Comment a time stamp of your favourite parts and be sure to share the YouTube link too.
https://t.co/cP16J0ju2a
Of course they don’t want to push all the spam onto BSV. Heaven forbid the great cathedral of BTC be unclogged long enough for the faithful to glimpse what actual functionality looks like. If they did—if they let the flood of useless ordinals, inscriptions, and digital graffiti drift where they belong—they’d have to face the heresy of efficiency. They’d have to see that the system they’ve been worshipping like a relic of a bygone faith isn’t money, but a monument to inertia.
The irony is delicious. They call themselves purists, guardians of “sound money,” yet their chain has become a mausoleum—each transaction a headstone, each block a sermon on scarcity. BSV, on the other hand, just works. It scales, it transacts, it performs like a system designed for use rather than veneration. It’s money as a tool, not money as a fetish. That alone terrifies them. Because if the world saw it—really saw it—then the theatre of BTC’s self-importance would collapse overnight.
Imagine the horror: transactions flowing at scale, data moving seamlessly, micropayments executed without the clergy of Lightning nodes interceding for grace. It would expose what BTC has become—an ossified cult pretending that dysfunction equals virtue. The moment people experienced speed, capacity, and finality without ideological sermonising, they’d understand what money should be: something that moves, that serves, that doesn’t sit waiting for permission from a cabal of high priests holding the mempool hostage.
So no, they won’t send the spam to BSV. They can’t. To do so would be to hand over the ultimate demonstration—proof that their emperor of digital gold is naked, shivering in the cold logic of engineering. Far safer to keep the illusion intact, to pretend that congestion is scarcity and that high fees are holiness. It’s easier to worship a broken idol than to confront the uncomfortable fact that someone else built the temple correctly.