Praises be to Derp that Uncle Craig was wise enough to keep…

Being grateful even to Craig is a very advanced spiritual exercise.

But it is possible: Let's imagine for a moment everyone here would have gotten fabulously rich because of BSV.

First of all, being rich makes people gay. It's like cutting off your balls. Rich people are usually weak cowards.

Secondly, most of us are way too dumb to stay rich for long. Similar to lottery winners, we would have spent it all on whores and blow and then returned to being poor but with the unbearable memory of how it was to be rich.

And the rest of us, let's face it, would have lost it all to female predators and divorce-rape, given the hilarious simpery displayed on Twetch for years.

Therefore, sincerely, thank you, Craig, for turning uncrippled Bitcoin into an absolute clown show.

And before anyone tells me that while he may have turned it into a clown show, he invented it, first of all, let me say this: if Craig is indeed Satoshi, we are looking at a Dr. Satoshi and Mr. Craig situation, similar to Dr. Jackyl and Mr. Hyde.

Dr. Satoshi invented it, but crazy Mr. Craig clowned it.

No advanced knowledge here, only tardation. Derp puts everything as it needs to be. I ran this experiment, and had no desire to be rich. Set a modest goal of $100,000 so I could buy a piece of swampland and live in a shipping container. To be left alone. Derp did not see fit to answer that prayer. Instead, extracted my money into Saint Craig's machine. Continuing my suffering and poverty to show me I'm retarded.
All praises. Understanding my tardation may be the greatest gift. Derp I love you thank you for my stash of TardSV that only goes down. Derp derp de derp!

Derp derp de derp!!

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I think age is determining factor. If I'd have been fabulously wealthy at 25 I'd be dead. If bsv made me fabulously rich last week, at 47, less than 5 people would know until I was at a secure unknown location. I would be conspicuous only by my absence. In assumed names I'd buy a weed club with a massive private rooftop terrace in the best city in every non tropical country in the world where weed is legal. I'd have loads of security as well, ex navy seals and shit, like 50 Cent or Big Don T have, so people think I'm dead famous and what not but hide behind multiple identities. Maybe claim I invented bitcoin but forgot as well.

Money accelerates. The best and worse thing to happen to a man is for him to get what he wants.

Praise derp!!

Derp derp de derp