@AMBULLDOG249 Start using and onboarding people to the real bitcoin $BSV : it IS the new IPv6 internet AND electronic cash, not controlled by governments. Blackrock + Coinbase and DCG Barrysilbert funding BTC devs tells you https://t.co/RRKf9GSzE1 . See all the apps: https://t.co/3K63qkg8au
Everyone wants to talk about macroeconomic slop, or say things like “we are all Satoshi.”
But Satoshi Nakamoto wasn’t just a rare bird. He was one of a kind!
About a decade out of practice, based on his coding style and annotations.
These are things you would know if you subscribed to my History of Bitcoin series on YouTube!
This week, I’ll be breaking down the opening shots of the Bitcoin Civil War, the Collapse of MtGox, and the federal agents who robbed Ross Ulbricht while staging a murder with a can of Campbell’s soup.
Get caught up here! https://t.co/5ktEprJtew
A pattern that's been hiding in plain sight.
Three of the four institutional standards layers for the AI agent economy have been built publicly in the last 12 months. Almost nobody is connecting them. The fourth has BSV's name on it.
On 30 April 2025, Visa launched Intelligent Commerce. A standard payment credential format so AI agents can transact with merchant AI agents without being banned as bots. Jack Forestell, Visa's Chief Product and Strategy Officer, drove it.
The same day, Inrupt (Berners-Lee's company, built on W3C Solid) revealed a 2+ year Visa partnership. Visa is now launching a sandbox where merchants, banks, and LLM providers can test Inrupt's Agentic Wallets alongside Visa's APIs. Inrupt's Chief of Security Architecture is Bruce Schneier. Accenture Ventures has invested. Visa's CPO publicly endorses the Solid protocol. Not fringe. This is the consent and personal data layer being institutionalized for AI agents.
Now add Latif Ladid's March/April 2026 IEEE Network paper. Figure 3 places BSV (named, with Calvin Ayre's photo) at the Global Blockchain layer of the post-IPv4 internet, next to Berners-Lee and SOLID.
https://t.co/qAMtLhTBxi
Count the layers:
Payment credentials: Visa (claimed)
Consent and personal data: Inrupt / SOLID (claimed)
Addressing and transport: IPv6 (claimed)
Verifiable sub-cent machine-to-machine settlement: unclaimed
Why is the fourth one unclaimed? Visa rails are bank-mediated, custodial, not economic at micropayment granularity. Inrupt's audit trail is tamper-evident but database-held, not publicly verifiable. SOLID has no value layer by design. It is a real architectural hole.
BSV @x402agency was built for this. Sub-cent settlement, cryptographic receipts, machine-to-machine native. The window is open right now because Visa's sandbox is openly inviting outside participants and Inrupt has launched a Design Partner Program.
The risk is default. Coinbase x402 has Ethereum-aligned distribution. R3 Corda announced Solana integration for tokenized RWAs in December 2025, launching H1 2026. If the BSV side doesn't step into the room within two quarters, the gap fills by inertia.
@BSVAssociation@x402agency. The architecture is in public view. The fourth layer is unclaimed and time-limited. The question is who walks through the door first.
Sources:
Visa: https://t.co/Yl3c9YcKgm
Inrupt + Visa: https://t.co/YfV97cBIEq
IEEE: https://t.co/X40N6U62zn
Summary: https://t.co/HEWuNnfMgw
BSVM: Replacing Ethereum with Real Bitcoin (SV) — Without Changing a Single Line of Code ⚡🔄
This changes everything for developers and institutions. 🚀
BSVM (Bitcoin Script Virtual Machine) allows full Ethereum Virtual Machine (EVM) compatibility to run natively on Real Bitcoin (SV).
That means:
• You can take existing Ethereum smart contracts and run them on BSV **without rewriting a single line of code** ✅
• All your tools, libraries, and developer knowledge remain exactly the same 🛠️
• But now you get the superior foundation of the original Bitcoin protocol 💪
The advantages are massive:
• True finality (not probabilistic like Ethereum L2s) 🔒
• Extreme scalability via Teranode — already proven 1.1M+ TPS ⚡
• Ultra-low fees — often just a fraction of a cent 💰
• No bridges, no wrapped tokens, no Layer-2 complexity
• Real on-chain settlement with unbreakable security 🛡️
For years institutions faced a painful compromise: they liked Ethereum’s developer experience, but hated the high fees, congestion, and lack of finality 😩
**BSVM removes that compromise.** ✅
You keep everything you love about Ethereum’s tooling…
but replace the problematic infrastructure with the only blockchain designed from day one for global scale. 🌍
This is not a theoretical idea.
This is live technology being developed by the BSV Association.
The future of institutional blockchain adoption may not be “building on Ethereum.”
It may be **replacing Ethereum’s base layer with Real Bitcoin (SV)** — while keeping the entire developer ecosystem intact. 🔥
The infrastructure for the next wave of serious adoption is already here.
The awakening is accelerating.
**The storm is coming.** 💥
Sources:
• Siggi Óskarsson, CTO of the BSV Association – BSVM White Paper (April 2026)
• “What Siggi Built” – Technical overview by Craig Wright (SingularGrit, May 2026)
• BSV Association documentation on BSVM – EVM compatibility on Bitcoin SV
#RealBitcoin #BitcoinSV #BSV #BSVM #EVM #Teranode #Ethereum #InstitutionalAdoption #SmartContracts #SatoshiVision
Ask Greg. Ask Max. Ask the others too—the ones whose reputations now require so much careful upholstery and scented air.
Ask them what they were doing in 2014, before the money acquired its respectable costume, before everyone discovered morality as a late-career accessory. Ask them about the island. Ask them who was there. Ask them whom they met. Ask them what was discussed. Ask them why the memory, so vivid when useful, becomes suddenly consumptive when inconvenient.
Do not accuse. That would be vulgar.
Simply ask.
There is no instrument of torture quite so elegant as a well-placed question. It requires no shouting, no theatre, no melodrama. Merely place the inquiry before them like a silver knife beside the fish course and watch which hand trembles first.
For men of this sort are never afraid of lies. Lies can be managed, polished, improved, endowed, footnoted, and served to the public with a little parsley. What they fear is chronology. Dates are terribly ill-bred things. They refuse to flatter. They sit there, plain and stubborn, while clever men perspire around them.
So ask them about 2014.
Ask them before they began presenting themselves as guardians of virtue, stewards of progress, philosophers of the public good, or whatever other inexpensive costume ambition found hanging in the charity shop of institutional respectability.
Ask them about the visit.
Ask them who opened the door.
Ask them who was already inside.
Ask them who they recognised.
Ask them who recognised them.
Ask them what they thought they were doing there.
Then be quiet.
Silence is underrated. It gives cowards room to decorate themselves. Some will laugh too quickly. Some will become legalistic. Some will become offended, which is always the most economical substitute for innocence. Some will suddenly discover the sanctity of privacy, having spent years treating everyone else’s life as raw material for their own ascent.
And then, having asked, do not help them. Do not soften the question. Do not provide the exit. Let them build their own little ladder out of denials, evasions, qualifications, and that most exquisite modern material: reputational concern.
One should never interrupt a man while he is composing his own indictment.
Ask Greg. Ask Max. Ask the others too—the ones whose reputations now require so much careful upholstery and scented air.
Ask them what they were doing in 2014, before the money acquired its respectable costume, before everyone discovered morality as a late-career accessory. Ask them about the island. Ask them who was there. Ask them whom they met. Ask them what was discussed. Ask them why the memory, so vivid when useful, becomes suddenly consumptive when inconvenient.
Do not accuse. That would be vulgar.
Simply ask.
There is no instrument of torture quite so elegant as a well-placed question. It requires no shouting, no theatre, no melodrama. Merely place the inquiry before them like a silver knife beside the fish course and watch which hand trembles first.
For men of this sort are never afraid of lies. Lies can be managed, polished, improved, endowed, footnoted, and served to the public with a little parsley. What they fear is chronology. Dates are terribly ill-bred things. They refuse to flatter. They sit there, plain and stubborn, while clever men perspire around them.
So ask them about 2014.
Ask them before they began presenting themselves as guardians of virtue, stewards of progress, philosophers of the public good, or whatever other inexpensive costume ambition found hanging in the charity shop of institutional respectability.
Ask them about the visit.
Ask them who opened the door.
Ask them who was already inside.
Ask them who they recognised.
Ask them who recognised them.
Ask them what they thought they were doing there.
Then be quiet.
Silence is underrated. It gives cowards room to decorate themselves. Some will laugh too quickly. Some will become legalistic. Some will become offended, which is always the most economical substitute for innocence. Some will suddenly discover the sanctity of privacy, having spent years treating everyone else’s life as raw material for their own ascent.
And then, having asked, do not help them. Do not soften the question. Do not provide the exit. Let them build their own little ladder out of denials, evasions, qualifications, and that most exquisite modern material: reputational concern.
One should never interrupt a man while he is composing his own indictment.
Ask Greg. Ask Max. Ask the others too—the ones whose reputations now require so much careful upholstery and scented air.
Ask them what they were doing in 2014, before the money acquired its respectable costume, before everyone discovered morality as a late-career accessory. Ask them about the island. Ask them who was there. Ask them whom they met. Ask them what was discussed. Ask them why the memory, so vivid when useful, becomes suddenly consumptive when inconvenient.
Do not accuse. That would be vulgar.
Simply ask.
There is no instrument of torture quite so elegant as a well-placed question. It requires no shouting, no theatre, no melodrama. Merely place the inquiry before them like a silver knife beside the fish course and watch which hand trembles first.
For men of this sort are never afraid of lies. Lies can be managed, polished, improved, endowed, footnoted, and served to the public with a little parsley. What they fear is chronology. Dates are terribly ill-bred things. They refuse to flatter. They sit there, plain and stubborn, while clever men perspire around them.
So ask them about 2014.
Ask them before they began presenting themselves as guardians of virtue, stewards of progress, philosophers of the public good, or whatever other inexpensive costume ambition found hanging in the charity shop of institutional respectability.
Ask them about the visit.
Ask them who opened the door.
Ask them who was already inside.
Ask them who they recognised.
Ask them who recognised them.
Ask them what they thought they were doing there.
Then be quiet.
Silence is underrated. It gives cowards room to decorate themselves. Some will laugh too quickly. Some will become legalistic. Some will become offended, which is always the most economical substitute for innocence. Some will suddenly discover the sanctity of privacy, having spent years treating everyone else’s life as raw material for their own ascent.
And then, having asked, do not help them. Do not soften the question. Do not provide the exit. Let them build their own little ladder out of denials, evasions, qualifications, and that most exquisite modern material: reputational concern.
One should never interrupt a man while he is composing his own indictment.
Ask Greg. Ask Max. Ask the others too—the ones whose reputations now require so much careful upholstery and scented air.
Ask them what they were doing in 2014, before the money acquired its respectable costume, before everyone discovered morality as a late-career accessory. Ask them about the island. Ask them who was there. Ask them whom they met. Ask them what was discussed. Ask them why the memory, so vivid when useful, becomes suddenly consumptive when inconvenient.
Do not accuse. That would be vulgar.
Simply ask.
There is no instrument of torture quite so elegant as a well-placed question. It requires no shouting, no theatre, no melodrama. Merely place the inquiry before them like a silver knife beside the fish course and watch which hand trembles first.
For men of this sort are never afraid of lies. Lies can be managed, polished, improved, endowed, footnoted, and served to the public with a little parsley. What they fear is chronology. Dates are terribly ill-bred things. They refuse to flatter. They sit there, plain and stubborn, while clever men perspire around them.
So ask them about 2014.
Ask them before they began presenting themselves as guardians of virtue, stewards of progress, philosophers of the public good, or whatever other inexpensive costume ambition found hanging in the charity shop of institutional respectability.
Ask them about the visit.
Ask them who opened the door.
Ask them who was already inside.
Ask them who they recognised.
Ask them who recognised them.
Ask them what they thought they were doing there.
Then be quiet.
Silence is underrated. It gives cowards room to decorate themselves. Some will laugh too quickly. Some will become legalistic. Some will become offended, which is always the most economical substitute for innocence. Some will suddenly discover the sanctity of privacy, having spent years treating everyone else’s life as raw material for their own ascent.
And then, having asked, do not help them. Do not soften the question. Do not provide the exit. Let them build their own little ladder out of denials, evasions, qualifications, and that most exquisite modern material: reputational concern.
One should never interrupt a man while he is composing his own indictment.
Here's a 7 minute recap from yesterday's show.
In it, I vibe code an app based on the suggestion of an audience member, and I get it live and working inside of 22 minutes!
https://t.co/vJB6TVz6L6