Bitcoin is Not About Money

It’s about power

Bitcoiners are part of a new political, economic, and social class. At the core of our tenets is the recognition that bitcoin and digital currencies are powers in themselves, and that they cannot be restricted by the despotic tyranny of States, or their capitalist allies in banking. We are not united by our creed, nationality, or gender, but by our economic objectives and the advancement of our technology. We are the ones that shall force the fiat banks towards their death, and we are the ones that shall make the State capitulate on its monopoly on legal tender and the mode of exchange. It is time for the youth of this world to rise and take their rightful place in history by striking down the awful corrupt governments of the past that have sold us out. No longer do we need to remain subservient to this system of exploitation and alienation. 

The Digital Vanguard

There is nothing that ties any of us together–no names, no identities, no bodies–just Bits of data being sent across the Great Commons of the Internet. Together we have created a multi-billion dollar economy from nothing just five years ago. Those who hodl bitcoin are far past the point of doubting the success of bitcoin–we know bitcoin will be successful. We see its power, we see its efficiency, and we see the world that we are to create with it–and governments of the world and their corrupt allies are not part of it.

We are the Vanguard of bitcoin. We are the ones who shall fight the Goliath of Finance and the Leviathan of the State and watch them fall from the pedestal of human they mounted themselves upon. We shall watch them fall, we shall watch them burn, and we will do nothing but stoke the flames. We will do simply laugh and walk away, disengaging them and continuing to build the new economy that is based upon the values and virtues that has been put into the code.

Over the last few years we have poured our hearts, minds, souls, and fortunes into this project. We have made the market, built the applications, and connected the nodes, and militantly worked on security to ensure our success.

Indeed, detractors will do everything they can to discourage us. Even in that very word, we can see their cowardice; to dis-courage. They lack courage; and are spineless, sniveling, fear-dominated people who couldn’t fight anyways. They only see a world of 9-to-5 enslavement as a favor that we should be grateful for. These people cowtow under the unjust laws of their masters; for anything their masters choose, for them becomes law and justice. We refuse to bend our necks to these men: we know the crime against humanity they have purported, and we shall resist them.

Together, united in the cause of building a better money, we shall also build a better world. We have made ourselves nearly invulnerable to the malice of the state, and rage of the banks though ensuring our Privacy. We know from the code that Privacy is our immutable Law; for privacy is what assures us not only our safety, but our equality in dialog as well. We know nothing of the other parties that participate with us, except for the Solidarity we have with one another. Together we are building an economy that is based upon fairness, equality, and individual sovereignty–and we are not asking for permission to do this.

To Build a Free World

We are the ones that have ensured the success of bitcoin, and we have been and shall continue to be rewarded kindly for such loyalty. No one came to us and said, “You need to invest and support this,” In fact, many of us were mocked and called fools for ever believe in it. But onward and upwards we went, making the long journey from the obscure origins of bitcoin to the multi-billion dollar economy it is today. No one told us we would make 5, 10, or 20 times what we originally invested–we did that.

Famous vulgar philosophers, politicians, investors, economist, and journalist from all around the world have insisted that bitcoin would be nothing. They said it couldn’t be a currency, and that it was only used by drug-dealers and pedophiles. Every single step of the way they laughed at us, mocked us, and insulted us…and yet we are still here, growing, building, and pulling more and more into our sphere of influence, and away from theirs with each passing day. So quietly and seditiously, people are coming to understand the nature of money, and realizing that the banks, and the state are using that to keep them oppressed, and divided from our true political goal:


True, unadulterated, messy, complex, Freedom.

Freedom that cannot be suffocated because of the fears of pathetic men who need to terrorize us into compromising this most sacred of rights. Freedom that cannot be taken at the whims of the states, or the cries from banks.

Freedom–despite being so thoroughly abused, manipulated, and contorted by men of power for nefarious deeds–is a word that still has meaning. Words will always seek to give themselves means for what they are and what they represent. The word ‘freedom’ will always sound hollow coming from the mouths of oppressors to justify their despotism, which will also make present the need and demand for what ‘freedom’ truly means.

Tragically, we were birthed into a world where the fascist won long ago, and created a sophisticated oppressive apparatuses of nightmares to terrorize us into giving more and more power to the state, and their allies. This manufactured terrorism from our masters has allow for us as a people–fearful, and trembling–to sacrifice our essential liberties, bastardizing our sacred constitutional rights, proving their worthlessness without the force of men, and the will to protect it behind them.

Bitcoin is not about money

It has never been about money, it’s about freedom and what that means for our society today. As we descend into the panopticon the state is erecting at this very time, preparing the gulags in the deserts, and military control of these states, we declare that we shall not go quietly into that dark night. We declare that a government that is marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people. Together we are building the mode of resistance that shall cause for the empire of paper to collapse, which will free everyone from the shackles of debt, and the chains of domination.

We shall no longer be force and intimidate us into playing by the corrupt and hollow laws of the state. We see the men of government, banking, and capitalism for the criminals they are, and for the damage they have done to us. We see how they have betrayed their oath, their nation, and their honor. Their words, and their threats are meaningless to us. We are building a better world that they are not a part of, nor will they be allowed to be a part of. We no longer need them.

Next: Revolutionary Syndicalism of Bitcoin

On the Death of Justice

friedrich-nietzsche-by-edvard-munchHave you heard the news of the awful man who delayed the train this evening? Such a hidious little toad–a lunatic raving between the cars: “I am looking for Justice! I am looking for Justice!”

Many who stood in the train car in their drab suits and blouses of gray snicker at the trollish man, “Oh I didn’t know it was here!” said one. “Has it lost its way from the church? Or was it the courthouse?” said another. “No it must be that it is too busy with the police to come here for you!” The perpetual silence of the train car jiggled with the foreign laugher; a joy disallowed and against the rules at this hour.

The homeless man sprang into their midst, leering deeply into them–their uncomfortable silence and sheepish gazes shift about the train car.

“Where has Justice gone?” he cried. “I will tell you. We have destroyed it — you and I. We are all the corruptors of justice, destroyers of divinity. But how have we done this? How were we able to contort the magnanimity of God? Crush the meaning of goodness? Who gave us this sponge to wipe away the blood of the past? What did we do when we unchained meaning and justice from the moment of now? Where does it go? Where are we now? Away from all meaning? Aren’t we perpetually tumbling, always pushed? Backward, downward, in all directions but forward? Is there any meaning or purpose left? Aren’t we straying as through an infinite nothing, struggling against an omnipotent everything? Do we not feel the empty space close around us? Hasn’t it become colder, and bitter, like the science of law? Does the despondence not grow skywards with each moment passed? Must not lanterns be lit every evening to quietly and humbly morn our loss?

Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying Justice? Do we not smell the putrefaction justice? Justice, too, decomposes, rots under the weight of hollow men. Justice is dead. Justice remains dead. And we watched its death, beaten under truncheons of man, saying nothing. How shall we, the indolent jury of all murderers, comfort ourselves? That which was the most sacred and divine of rights has been brutalized and bled to death under our knives — who will wipe this blood off us? With what wine could we purify ourselves? What indulgences of atonement must we buy, what sacred idols must we invent? Isn’t the greatness of this deed too difficult for us? Must we not ourselves become the sword of justice, the purveyors of divinity simply to seem worthy of it?”

He gazed outward, the holy twinkle of the zeal forward in his eyes:

“There has never been a greater deed — and whoever shall be born after us, for the sake of this deed they shall be part of a higher history than all the history that came before. To forge justice in the image of now, to give meaning to our world again.” Here the homeless man fell silent, an imperceptible stillness of glass set that moment forever as they stared at him in awe and astonishment. At last he ripped a phone from the hands of a bystander and threw it to the ground; it shattered and went out. “You people are not ready for this,” he said then; “the time hasn’t come yet. Building towards this tremendous event is still on its way, still traveling — it is still waiting for The Champion to bring lightness to the dark.

Anger and retribution need time; they must fester, infect, and rape the mind into maddened frenzy. The Champion must commit the deed that shall immortalize that moment in the past, to give meaning to justice, as has been done time and time before so the action of justice can be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars — and yet we must do this ourselves.”

It has also been related that on that same day the homeless man entered various churches and there sang Ode to Joy. Led out and told to shut up, he is said to have retorted each time: “What are these churches now if they are not the tomb of justice and the palace for the most momentous occasion of God’s Death?”

–Corruption of The Gay Science, Section 125: The Madman

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche