the state lives rent-free in your head

Bitcoin was designed to rip tyrants’ throats out with the unrelenting fury of a thousand flaming hammers, to stand triumphant in the face of oppression, to burn the chains of petty despots and their fiat-slurping bootlickers until there was nothing left but ash. But you? You’re too busy deepthroating your own rotting sense of victimhood like a worm slurping sewage through a rusted straw, a nut-shriveled, ass-leaking husk of a half-man too gutless, too piss-soaked, too catastrophically pathetic to taste even a drop of the blood of true revolution.

You screech about the 4th of July like it’s a state propaganda orgy, pretending you’re some noble anti-statist paladin, but the only thing you’ve ever rebelled against is the burden of having a spine. You couldn’t muster the balls to light a single firework, let alone fire the shot heard round the world. You stand there, whimpering in your ideological skidmarks, sneering at people who at least have the guts to celebrate the fucking idea of freedom while you squat in your puddle of stale, bile-soaked doom, worshipping your own bloated cynicism like it’s the gospel.

If the Founders had to share a beer with your shriveled, mildew-brained carcass, they’d toss you overboard with the next shipment of spoiled tea and thank God to be rid of you. Because even in their worst nightmares, they couldn’t have dreamed of a freedom-fetishist so utterly castrated, so terminally enslaved to his own crusty despair, that he’d rather talk down liberty than taste its fire. Bitcoin didn’t code itself to save lumps of soggy tissue like you from your masturbatory gloom, it was built for those willing to stand up and fight.

So keep squirming, you limp-cocked herald of terminal buzzkill, while the rest of us light the sky on fire and dare to dream of a world without masters, a world you’ll never belong to, because you’d rather suckle your own festering nihilism than risk feeling a spark of goddamn freedom.

Thank you, Darthcoin, this is what I needed to start the day.