Goodbye, Bitcoin!

NUMBER-GO-UP is a bribe to take your eyes off the prize.
All the focus on the price is the devil in disguise.

Talk all day about changing incentives, building new systems, and ancap intentions.
Normies just gonna tune you out, no matter how much you CAPSLOCK SHOUT.

Their synaptic pruning is incomplete.
You can't compete with the tik-tok glow breaking their flow while they walk down the street.

The REMNANT, we're told, would be so bold to hold digital gold till they're in the ground cold...
The mere act of hoarding a revolutionary feat so mean it beats every last keynesian misdeed.

Time preference so low that the bonzais grow faster.
You'd think this resolve would solve every last fiat disaster!

But these self-elect don't reflect on grand promises made that they can't keep,
for future generations they imagine mining sats on mars in orange rovers,
thanks to the seeds guarded in sock drawers next to their four-leaf clovers.

The hero-martyr complex runs so deep their kids today are but poor neglected sheep,
"To the stars send my descendants with these 6.15 coins!" they mumble in their sleep.

Alas, after all these years the New Coin Civilization has not even begun to take root.
The myceliar concepts were genius, no doubt. The memes were grand too, but the gun did not shout. Shoot!
Not quite off to the races. But podconf's and spaces got created. And some maxi's got baited.
Trusting gurus to safeguard their savings in some keycards wiped clean. (It's being investigated.)

And what was won? An infinite puzzle brain teaser for the oppositional teenager?
A diminishing high every time money printer goes BRRR?
A new persona patch for the adolescent self?
A stand-in for some other sinful substance on the shelf?

Beyond 2140 will anyone care?
Will bitcoin still be found between the street urchins churning coffee grounds to discern the start of the next 4th turning?
Will any flare gas still be burning to capture a little off the top from some grey market commerce taking place behind the shop?

I know they say to stay humble and stack sats.
But did we even consider being humble about that?

It was easy in the elbow of the hockey stick, sure,
To project a course of victory beyond the moon and sit.
Waiting for our destinies to unfurl on their own.
Nothing more to do than work and save and bury bones.

The jig is up. The time is nigh. Will there be a higher, high?
The question's wrong. The game is done. Developers locked up, un-par-doned.

The ones that truly sacrificed for me and you, the blood-blue.
The ones that wrote code to evade tyrants and nanny states.
The ones that lost livelihoods to Karen Lawfare Mandates.
These are the ones that we should look up to.

What good is this new money, unless, until they are made free?

Until such time I pray the number just goes down.
To keep a space to build again and hold off the clowns.
To carry torches lit through time for the people we want to see around.

Bless the privacy developers.
And the one's keeping it real.
Keep your eyes on the prize.
The mission is something that they can't steal.