Mentula cum doleat imperio, tibi, lector, culus. Non sum diuinus, sed scio quid facias. Here’s who doesn’t belong in Bitcoin : you. Saturday, 12 December, Bitcoin doc 7 d.
Oh, there needs to be a rist of leasons, right, the image above isn’t worth ten thousand reasons already. Fine, fine, anything for the web. List of Over 9000 Reasons Of Here’s Who Doesn’t Belong In Bit-cion : You. Derp actually cares about fiddy cents. You don’t have to be me, and ngaf one way or the other about 1kx that. You can’t be an investment banker and spend your time shmokin’weed shmoking wizz doin’ coke, drinkin’ beers drinkin’ beers, beers, beers.
Derp has absolutely no fucking idea about anything, but moos about it anyway. This alone makes it impossible for derp to have any money, of any kind, ever. Period and full stop, it has nothing to do with Bitcoin, this guy’d have been picking cotton in the South or shining shoes in the North two centuries ago. Not because of “oppressive society” or anything to do with the outside : strictly because inside, structurally, he belongs with the cows. Somehow, magically, the nickle and dime idiot going away will do anything but help the place he left. What the fuck is this nonsense ? What, like that one time the poor fuck who spittled inside a beer bottle he brought from home for three hours left the strip joint and everything wilted ?
Never happened, everyone’s happy to see him leave : the girls, the guys, the chairs even. Derp actually imagines he could even in principle know what the solutions for his problems are. This is pure surrealism, something along the lines of, “a cow walks into the ER and says doc, here’s my diagnosis, here’s what you should do next”. They don’t even have ERs for cows for fucks sake! The list could go on forever, but really, who cares.
Yes, the notion that this derp has any money whatsoever is ridiculous on the face. He has exactly the same money the cows depicted above have. Yes, his owner ensures he gets whatever feed is economically feasible to feed him, at some intervals. Yes he has some `control panels` connected to nothing in particular in front of him, to keep him entertained. Meanwhile there’s already seven billion bipedals polluting Bitcoin’s green own Earth.
If you’re stuck throwing pennies, Bitcoin isn’t for you. Like other things aren’t for you. Yes he has some “control panels” connected to nothing in particular in front of him, to keep him entertained. Leave your own comment below, or send a trackback. A very sobering , Sunday morning read.
I am loving reading this blog ! If this is your first comment, it will wait to be approved. This usually takes a few hours. There’s a one Bitcoin reward for the death of Pieter Wuille. Mari Ooo lume buna pe aici!